Regret flows over me in the fluid motion of shadows,
returning unsung wishes that had long since dissipated
like fairy dust in the wind
I give you this young ones;
Embrace the courage that lies beneath your cold feet
Later is a vacant space
swallowing the possibilities of now
and never is most definitely to late
Because maybe nightmares are premonitions, warnings you’re to dismissive to heed. Or maybe they’re to fleeting to learn from.
Because darkness can be a safe haven.
Because ladders do not curse your intrusion of their space and cats of color cross your path with only the best of intentions.
Because giant slugs can glide gracefully near the ceiling while a humpbacked man offers candy in a room full of toys.
Because when you fall from a great height you do not die but simply and suddenly wake up.
Because the oddly shaped rocks and small branches that you lovingly dug from the earth were not actually the bones of extinct species or abducted children.
Because if you step over someone’s legs you will not stunt their growth; although you cannot be sure as you have always stepped back over and walked around them to undo the spell.
Because sometimes the dark figure moving toward you in the fluid motion of shadows in the night wants you to keep your virtue and your life.
Because all the truly bad things
The scary things do not take place in your imagination.
I am trying to recover from four years of art school turning my creativity into a chore and working to get back to the basics. I don't like to think about technical things or business strategy. I love my family, my boyfriend and my friends. Any photo I take, any words I write and any inspiration I feel to create comes from the people I love and who love me. That is all that matters.