A snapshot in the summer, a whisper of a promise, two worlds briefly brushed, then flung far apart. Blinding hope and crushing disappointment. You came and went in the flash of a camera.” oh man, my heart just clenched ❤️🩹
So beautiful! I love these “not love letters” pieces. The first one was the first post of yours I read and the reason I subscribed. This one is just as beautiful as the last. It’s sweet and inspiring to see you take an honest, beautiful look at relationships—even those that ended badly. Your deft interweaving of beauty and brokenness is poignant and astute. Thanks for your honesty and for sharing your “overexposed photograph” memories.
Thank you! I find beauty and brokenness juxtaposed in all of my art - I guess it takes a little bitterness to realize how sweet something is. Thank you for reading and I'm glad you enjoy these.
This for some reason makes me want isolation. As though everything you’re regretting is everything I don’t want others to steal from me…without permission to call me even friend.
My having your agency will destroy your mind. Imagine waking up at 43. Still not able to convince the Matrix you’ve never once made your own decisions.
Now think of everyone who’s believed I’m speaking to them…as though I chose to sit there.
God, do I really feel like I should be more than allowed opportunity to both thrive…and completely leave those who insisted I be gutted — just so that I couldn’t get away bleeding out.
What makes you feel as though it’s nice for me. Should I never have been kind? Perhaps I never should have spoken. Then, I’d never had given those attempting to bring me back to the table the opportunity to act like I’m leaving them as well.
Yes I’m just toxic tainted trash these days. My how fast childhood love fades. When we spend decades never moving only to grow old over a single midnight.
Realistic and beautifully honest. Thank you for the read
i was crying my eyes out, reminded me of all the lost friendships and relationships, ahh! this was so good
“We were in love for only a moment.
A snapshot in the summer, a whisper of a promise, two worlds briefly brushed, then flung far apart. Blinding hope and crushing disappointment. You came and went in the flash of a camera.” oh man, my heart just clenched ❤️🩹
the first paragraph pulled me in masterfully. beautifully written 💛
So beautiful! I love these “not love letters” pieces. The first one was the first post of yours I read and the reason I subscribed. This one is just as beautiful as the last. It’s sweet and inspiring to see you take an honest, beautiful look at relationships—even those that ended badly. Your deft interweaving of beauty and brokenness is poignant and astute. Thanks for your honesty and for sharing your “overexposed photograph” memories.
Thank you! I find beauty and brokenness juxtaposed in all of my art - I guess it takes a little bitterness to realize how sweet something is. Thank you for reading and I'm glad you enjoy these.
i can hear “Somebody that I used to know” by Goyte playing in the background. this was a great read, thanks for sharing. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UVNT4wvIGY
haha thank you!
This reads beautifully. Almost like a music video actually. Did you ever finish shooting it? Because I would love to see it.
We did film the whole thing and I completed a rough cut, but I wouldn't want to post and expose anyone's identity. Sorry.
Something similar happened to me and yeah it hurts and it lingers in my thoughts now and again, but time heals. But damn it hurts too.
This for some reason makes me want isolation. As though everything you’re regretting is everything I don’t want others to steal from me…without permission to call me even friend.
My having your agency will destroy your mind. Imagine waking up at 43. Still not able to convince the Matrix you’ve never once made your own decisions.
Now think of everyone who’s believed I’m speaking to them…as though I chose to sit there.
God, do I really feel like I should be more than allowed opportunity to both thrive…and completely leave those who insisted I be gutted — just so that I couldn’t get away bleeding out.
What makes you feel as though it’s nice for me. Should I never have been kind? Perhaps I never should have spoken. Then, I’d never had given those attempting to bring me back to the table the opportunity to act like I’m leaving them as well.
Yes I’m just toxic tainted trash these days. My how fast childhood love fades. When we spend decades never moving only to grow old over a single midnight.