Nostalgia

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, jungle gyms and sprinklers are my best friends Time flies and I’m awash with nostalgia I’ve lived a life already childhood seems…

Deception

The lies, you drank them like fine wine; they intoxicated your spirit, you danced in the madness The whispers of sweet nothings, that’s all you have to hold on to but you hold them dear to your heart. Pic taken by me, a summer night in Miami, FL.

Transition

It’s November and slightly warm but there’s a gentle breeze; the scent of fall dances into my nostrils carrying with it a feeling of freshness, a peaceful transition, death but so tranquil and pleasant.

Ignorance

we were broken before we even know what it meant.   Pic taken by me at Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn, NY