Spilled Ink

This too shall pass…

Job hunting these past few weeks have been HARD. I keep reminding myself to have faith that I WILL get my breakthrough. It’s closer than I think. 🙏🏾
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Being grateful for my past experiences and especially what I have now and today is so important because gratitude multiplies

blessings. For me, that’s been difficult lately. I get stuck in the moment and can’t move on from feeling stagnant. Especially when I’m so close to a victory and then I see it disappear right in front of my eyes. .
I took a giant step back today. There’s no point ramming myself against a wall with the weight of the world on my shoulders. I’ve already released that energy. I’ve just got to practice patience. Practice faith.
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There are so many things we neglect doing when we’re stressed out. I’ve forgotten my passion for photography, relearning Spanish for the nth time 🙄 and my most recent interest in German (this might have to do with The Man in the High Castle lol), writing short stories, or even taking in a moment like this by the Charles. .
But #tgif. I’ve already sent out a ton of good vibes today. Things are in my favor.

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that feeling of
having no direction to give
the many breaths i’ve breathed

i was sleeping
body uninspired
heart tired
thoughts suspended in silence

the wind whispered a tune of hope

i’m awake
limbs jolt
heart pumps
mind whizzes

i pray i never live another
lack luster day

It’s raining and 39°F outside. I don’t have a car and the only rides I have today are a book and a good cup of coffee.

I’m thankful for days like this. The sound of rain putting the deafening silence to sleep. The only music needed is the ticking of a clock. And the only voice required is your own; words from a good book.

Instead of walking away,
She kissed him
Saline mischief in her eyes
Specks of insolence
Waves of dusk unfurled in her hair,
He won’t forget her
Even after his last breath
He’s addicted to her,
Intoxicated by her very presence
Without her, the night is barren
Like a black dagger
The flame of her chest is within him too
He begs for air
So that his body burns with hers

-Burn

Pilot

So here I am again. Running away from my calling only brought me straight back to it. Well, I wouldn’t call it my ‘calling’ yet. But my passion, really. I love photos. I love writing things. Things that have meaning. Authenticity. Words, images, videos that transport you.

I tried this once before a few years ago. Thought I was being silly about it. But look! I’m back. It’s like trying to put out a flame without taking away the oxygen.

These are my images.

These are my words.

These are my thoughts.

This is me.