I am walking in dreaming heartache
simple embraces could crumble I.
How do we bring our sorrow out
with dreams you push so deep.
Where do we find catharsis.
In all my wonderings I never had
so clear the shadow of desire
I push my palms against cold stone
fingers white and taut burning numb.

Words in everyway pound my chest
The spatial linear index of margins
the highlighted nothingness in photos.
And how I know in every letter
I am lying of what I only thought
was real and warm and filling.

Firsts in Fotography

First Photo (age 11)


First Print (age 17)


First Night Photo (age 18)

I'd like to share a short passage from the book my nose is currently dug into. I think words can be the most beautiful expression.
The book is "Fugitive Pieces" by Anne Michaels

How many centuries before the spirit forgets the body?
How long will we feel our phantom skin buckling over rockface, our pulse in magnetic lines of force? How many years pass before the difference between murder and death erodes?
Grief requires time. If a chip of stone radiates its self, its breath, so long, how stubborn might be the soul. If sound waves carry on to infinity, where are their screams now? I imagine them somewhere in the galaxy, moving forever towards the psalms.

Alone on the roof those nights, it's not surprising that, of all the characters in Athos's tales of geologists and explorers, cartographers and navigators. I felt compassion for the stars themselves. Aching towards us for millennia though we are blind to their signals until it's too late, starlight only the white breath of an old cry. Sending their white messages millions of years, only to be crumpled up by the waves.

Fashion Contribution

This girl dresses like the totally modern early 90's babe that will soon be everyones style they want to achieve, Missy here is way ahead of us all, i hope she doesn't mind me putting these photos of her on here.

Our Only Inconsistant Constant

The Greeks had it right. Why do we let passion rule us? Oh to be disconnected and let the pain run off like rain. Instead the water pools in the hallows between my bones and gives me heavy boots.