My brother and I have been working on a little side project since last year. Just a little something to keep the mind and hands busy.
My brother has always been the artistic one, the one with the innate talent for beauty and creation. He agreed to help me with making new content and photography.
I, on the other hand, hold the keys to the blog and all its written content.
Ahh. It's cool down here. Gazing ahead, there's really not much to look at. But it's so serene down here. The wind dances off my forehead, whips my fringe into a mess. But there's no one here to see. Smile.
All in the lonesome. Having my back propped against a hard surface somehow assures me of a support system, somewhere. Millions of thoughts hushed in submission. It's so quiet down here.
There's something about splaying on the floor. Maybe because I used to do it as a child, it serves the way a keepsake does.
If it were up to me,
I’d fly away with the wind.
I’d walk the paths that you never could,
I’d find the streams to carry me,
I’d dance with the boys and sway to my tune.
If it were me,
I’d wear a different dress.
I’d paint my face and plaster a grin
And I’d never figure you out.
And because it’s me,
I have a different dress.
I dance with the elements,
I play with the bears.
And because it’s me,
I am no different.
I learn not.
I hear not.
I do not.
But wait.