"Writing. What is it other than a bunch of worlds put together in a numerous order? Sometimes there’s thought, maybe even a specific statement.. but otherwise it’s nothing more than the mere translation of one’s mind trying to figure itself out. There’s something more though that is held behind each script, each sentence. Perhaps it’s the memories that come along with them, good and bad. It’s that longing in which you want to hold unto. Thinking as if you read something from the past, maybe the future will turn out alright. All we know though is that right now it’s the present. And with the present, you just have to live."
–November 16th, 2010.
Feeling nostalgic tonight. Finding random writings here and there, most seem completely un-relative but yet they still tug emotion towards me in some way. //
photos feat: my dear & very beautiful friend, Candace Parrott.