Friday, October 15, 2010

Why I miss him...

As the days turn to weeks, months, and years, the amount of advice I need doesn't change.  I still need guidance because life doesn't make it any easier to live without a male role model. I already know what most of you are thinking: get over it. Well, I fucking haven't and I can guarantee that most of you have a family member in your life that you've lost and that YOU can't get over. So, I still miss my brother more than breathing.  Not everyone understand, but IDGAF, honestly.  I still need someone to look up to and to understand why shit is the way it is. I still don't get it most of the time... Don't judge me........ Deuces.

My eye

I wonder what I see when I look through the camera lens.  Then, I load the pictures to my computer, and it begins to make sense.  I have begun to believe that photography might be my calling, besides psychology and massage therapy. I feel at ease when holding a camera.  It's as though the camera finds and speaks the words that I could never find, think, or formulate.  As the shutter closes, the words are set in a state that I can mentally translate into rivers and oceans of emotion that haven't had an outlet in millennium (even though I haven't been alive that long).


As the stairs of life lose their shade, we have to wonder if we can still climb to our dreams.  How can we make it to the top? Can we walk it? Can we bring the color back?
Does your road through life look like this? Monotone and colorless? Well what you have to do is find what brings color to your life, whether it is a significant other (insert girlfriend, boyfriend, husband, or wife name here) or a hobby (like jewelry making).
Find the rose in your life that illuminates the dark parts in your life.

Find the purity that makes waking up in the morning something worth it.

This is what My eye sees......