Small Scale Fabricated Photography, Toy Photography History, Art Creation Musings
"Some men just want to watch the world burn." Another for the Pic and a Word Challenge. The underbrush sustained them as they make their way through. Quickly. Cleanly. But not so quietly. Growing deeper, longer, as they suck in the life below. Stretching out as high as they can and grasping, sucking away the... Continue Reading →
For a Pic and a Word Challenge #22: Rust. Sometimes I feel like ripping off my entire face but then in a moment an instance I realize that I have all the time in the world stretched out in front of me to make my life what it needs to be what I need it... Continue Reading →
The mysteries in life give me hope there's more to it. More ways to connect. More emotions to feel. More beauty to see. But with the good comes the bad, fear, hurt, loss of self. And yet, all those things are already here getting stronger by day. So persist they may and I will stay... Continue Reading →
The darkness surrounds me Itching closer and closer until it consumes me I struggle, yet drown in its overwhelming power Unconscious, I float to the top Drifting upward through the gradient of greys toward the light I awake struggling to open my eyes Not all is lost above the sea Here I... Continue Reading →
I'm suspended in this state of in between. A numbness washes over me. My mind shoves out the overwhelming clatter. And the static inside grows ever louder. Piece by piece I chip away. Forgetting whatever I aimed to be. I am here, here now, now here. And with this empty state I agree. [Another... Continue Reading →
I stand here. Alone. The quiet consumes me. Blank space. No noise. Nothing. Just me. Somehow I know this is my new norm. Where I'll spend my eternity. But is it a curse or a blessed serenity? [For Pic and a Word Challenge: Serenity]
I'm so tired she said and he agreed but what he didn't understand was the tiredness of which she spoke was not for want of sleep