I think this weekend has been interesting. It’s been a blessing in many ways. I don’t find many opportunities where I get to have such a positive, strong connection to someone who is equally as passionate, caring and loving in everything that they do. Seeing you in your element on Friday was great. I think you’ve built a beautiful empire for yourself. I also think that finding such a rare beautiful moment in time is scary as fuck, and I would run for the hills and wake myself up if I believed I was dreaming it. I can’t wake myself up but I do go back to feelings and emotions when they are the only things that I’m sure of, the only things that make sense in a nonsensical situation. And I basque in the beauty of that moment until I have to give into the inevitability of a tomorrow. I wanted to thank you for showing me what moments can exist however stultifying and irresolute they can be. I also wanted to thank you for reminding me that reality is a force to be reckoned with and that many times we find ourselves walking by the road not taken instead of through it. Friday was fun. I don’t know how or what you felt. Alcohol has a way of romanticizing and creating situations that otherwise couldn’t happen. I hope that you understand that I enjoyed myself, although you may not remember when we parted. I’ve been writing a lot in these past few days and thinking about things. I just want you to know that I respect you and what you stand for and I’ve enjoyed trading poems and songs and words with you, regardless of where or when they were exchanged. You can be open with me, I know you can be because I know we are more alike than you may think. I’m here for you as a friend. As a stranger who made you smile. And I hope one day I’ll see you again.
I love photography. I have decided to unearth this passion of mine recently as an attempt to not only delve back into what makes me happy, but to also understand the importance of a single moment. The Orlando shootings have hit this country so hard, and much of what is left of those who were killed are their smiling faces in their last photos. Time is so precious, but what a photograph can capture, is a moment that may last forever. I pray for and send love to the families and survivors that were affected by this tragic event. To donate to the victims and their families, click the link below:
Here are some photos I have taken over the years that have touched my life.