In my previous blog post, I touched on how much I love writing. My mom has always complimented my ability to share my voice through written form and I don’t disagree. I’m a much better writer than I am speaker. That’s probably due to the ADD and my brain moving faster than my mouth does. Or maybe it’s the years of drug abuse that makes speech a little harder to grasp but I digress. I want to use this platform to share my voice again. All the hopes and dreams and heartaches I was too embarrassed to share when I wrote them. I hope that by doing this, you will connect to not only the words, but to the unrequited love I eventually started inserting into my photography. Most of all, I hope you feel more connected to me because I think at the end thats what we all want, to be a little bit less alone.
I could write 100 love letters just to you,
not knowing you barely at all,
just compelled by your deep charisma,
or otherwise my absolute infatuation with you.
Ever since I first saw you,
I’ve been in love with you.
Convinced that you are the love of my life.
I’m patient, I don’t care.
Maybe nothing will ever come of this.
It’s no big deal one way or another, you know?
Just a fact, a force of nature, some strange and deep seated belief.
That’s you, the love of my life.
And I believe you will take this in stride,
behaving beautifully as you always have.
