Monday, September 27
for the love of greys
as you know i love greys of all kinds i even find myself more inspired on grey days. grey can be sad but also beautiful. I am learning so much right now, too much at once. the subject is myself the difference of who i was, who i think i am and who i am, confused? i am. Do you ever feel as if you are waiting for something big to happen, i always am and the truth about that is big things have happened all my life and i am now realizing i have become depended on them to guide me, move me down the road. I seldom know how to live in a conscious thought, i find myself in the moment only when capturing something with my lens, even these words am i now just thinking of them? familiar for i have been here many times but this time i need the grey clouds to be struck by lightning, to loose my balance, i need to brake to have my talking be what i am thinking and what i am thinking to be what i am doing.