Hopes and dreams, tears and smiles. Painful memories and wishful thinking. Tranquil days and new beginnings. Seeing raindrops turn into diamonds and darkness into fairytales. Never growing up, and still trying to grow. Making mistakes. Waking up to a new day with a smile on your face. Chasing snowflakes and getting your feet wet just because that's the way it's meant to be. Whispering while talking to yourself, even though you'd know no one's there anyway. Saying "I love you" and really knowing what it means. Declaring Bob Dylan as a genius 'cause there can be no other, and that's what you remember your brother used to say. Listening to music while your life turns into a music video. Being yourself 'cause that's all you ever really have to be. Waiting for a bright future without really caring if there will ever be one 'cause today is just fine. Being content with what you have while holding on to your dreams. Remembering to breathe 'cause being alive is ok afterall.
sometimes this is my life
I looked in the mirror, but something was wrong.
I saw you behind, but my reflection was gone.
There was smoke in the fireplace as white as the snow.
A voice beckoned gently “Now it's time to go”.
A requiem played as you begged for forgiveness.
“Don’t touch me!” I screamed,
"I’ve got unfinished business."
White lies - Unfinished Business
"Like historians, photographers offer not reflections of reality but representations of it." - Peter Burke, New Perspectives on Historical Writing, 2nd ed., 2001