saturday road. - I am going on an adventure, the open road. A small one, just a day really but life can change in a minute so image a whole day full of minutes…..
- i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
i sit here in the car as he drives through the mountains. his kindness makes me want to cry. he good to me. i want to stretch my arms towards him but some how my body has sunk deep into my chair, my eyes are heavy and my voice to thin to hear.
we are at the theater now, i am sitting in my chair. his kindness makes me want to cry, he is very good to me. i want to tell him
but i remain quiet.
i am tired, to tired to tell myself that he is to good for me, instead i want to believe i deserve this type of love. his kindness a blanket of my youth i never had, he shelters me from a storm within.