the moon is as round as a banjo

When the sun rises, you are not alone. There are hundreds, if not thousands, if not millions of humans with flesh and bone and fingers and toes and eyes that awake to think thoughts of lonely. You'll never be alone. If only you could see that friendships exist everywhere. Friendships are not limited to flesh and tongues that speak and move. Sometimes the truest friend is a pen and paper. A lake that you find yourself always going back to. If only you could see. Those who see the sun rise after days of ill weather, see a better sun. Love is everywhere.





Love is in me. I am happy. All the lonely friday nights, have finally found their place. In this short life, I have been seperated, I have been alone. Now, i'm surrounded by beautiful lips, and steps that take me home. I want to climb the highest hill, reveal all my secrets to the trees below me, and scream "love love love love love" At once, there were tear drops, and aching legs. There was a mind fed by worry, and a tongue sipping madness. Now, look where I am. I no longer dread the night, or fear empty fridays. I have become what I love, and what I love is me.



The weather's rainy. Sometimes, I think the sky is sad, and that's why it spits. Today, I think the sky is raining because the grass needs to grow. And the concrete needs a cleanse. It's raining because hundreds, if not thousands, if not millions need to curl up by a fireplace, read their books,
or wrap themselves in sweaters by the one they love.

another note about love, it's chilling. it's surreal. i've been wrapping myself in sweaters, falling into rainstorms, and cozying by the fire place of my heart with the one i love for 1 year now. happy year of love Carter!



Dancing, you sparkle. You are what happens when music makes love with light.



I have a temporary mental illness. It's one that has caused suffering from one writer to another. "she had writer's block; the words wouldn't come"... I sit at my computer. Most days, I write too much (not that one can write too much).. but my words end up flowing every which way. Today, I sit. I sit. and I sit. All I can think of is the rain outside, and the music I'd like to listen to. I can't think of anything to write. Anything retrospective, or introspective, nothing.... Just words, that cling, and clang, and frustrate me. Maybe I'll just keep keepin on, and leave you with the photographs from my day trip to the mountains. Happy living everyone!

p.s, there's a surprise for you dreamers nearing the end of this post..









//// Surprise! This creature found his way to our vehicle while we were sipping water, taking a break from photography, and resting our eyes. What a nice surprise for us all! If only I was as photogenic as this gem....


















oh deer. if he belonged to you, what would you name him?


outfit;
top- thrifted le chateau $4
skirt- forever 21 $15
belt- the bay $14
shoesies- value village $15