Summer reminds me of my youth; chasing fireflies, being fearless, picking up insects, turning over rocks, playing in the dirt Blissfully ignorant. Ocean water dances on my body, heat radiates off the concrete,spending all day between jungle gyms and sprinklers. Time flies and I’m awash with nostalgia. I’ve lived a life already, childhood seems soContinue reading “Nostalgia”
It’s November and slightly warm.But there’s a gentle breeze;the scent of fall dances into my nostrils. A feeling of renewal,a peaceful transition.Death. But so tranquil and pleasant.
we were broken before we even know what it meant. Pic taken by me at Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn, NY