fistfulloffilm: “There was once a very lovely, very frightened girl.” If you have two drifters off to see the world, then you will get images like this.  Not that drifting is bad, its just that life isn’t fastened down yet.  Its in flux.  Anyone who believes the trappings of carbon based organisms, breathing the O2, absorbing the water, and having an indwelling of a Higher Power in them can be free of the trauma that happens when plans don’t go the way they ought to, is a congested fool.  I’m living proof of that.  It started out perfect, so perfect I couldn’t appreciate it till it began to wither.  And then I turned 13.  But life itself didn’t erode, rather the expectations of what has been placed upon ourselves, by ourselves.  Life didn’t erode, our perceptions did.  And in that flux of the minds, I begin to see a little more clearly what I knew all along, what I put to bed, and what I decided to wear on my sleeve.   Embracing the initial steps into honesty, of our identity and how we are built and most times that clashes with the opinions of others.  You often feel ostracized, scared, and most of all lonely.  Until you identify with someone, you relate, you speak the language they have already spoken, and you have a heightened sense of awareness that relates to each other.  That’s what is represented here, the unspoken, the connection between two. The one that loves you, that squirms in the middle of the night, with knots in a stomach, that a sheltering sky can’t give comfort.   Waiting patiently in the moonlight, for that word, that notion, that things will be okay(at least for now).  Sometimes it comes, and most times it doesn’t.  The cold night air reverberating into the echo of oblivion.  And you are alone.  And its scary.  In good company, healing can happen.  In good company, there is a tenderness that can materialize in even the most destitute of circumstances.  And it is that place you can find a reason for Hope. I long for those moments.  And the knots in my own stomach can attest to times between, that those moments aren’t even long enough.  That eventually, I’ll be Crossing the Moon River in Style. Burbank, CA Leica M6 50mm Summilux @ 2.0 Portra 160 NC He’s back!! If you haven’t, I highly suggest you follow fistfulloffilm. Hands down, one of my favorite photographers on tumblr.
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fistfulloffilm:

“There was once a very lovely, very frightened girl.”

If you have two drifters off to see the world, then you will get images like this.  Not that drifting is bad, its just that life isn’t fastened down yet.  Its in flux.  Anyone who believes the trappings of carbon based organisms, breathing the O2, absorbing the water, and having an indwelling of a Higher Power in them can be free of the trauma that happens when plans don’t go the way they ought to, is a congested fool.  I’m living proof of that.  It started out perfect, so perfect I couldn’t appreciate it till it began to wither.  And then I turned 13.  But life itself didn’t erode, rather the expectations of what has been placed upon ourselves, by ourselves.  Life didn’t erode, our perceptions did.  And in that flux of the minds, I begin to see a little more clearly what I knew all along, what I put to bed, and what I decided to wear on my sleeve.  

Embracing the initial steps into honesty, of our identity and how we are built and most times that clashes with the opinions of others.  You often feel ostracized, scared, and most of all lonely.  Until you identify with someone, you relate, you speak the language they have already spoken, and you have a heightened sense of awareness that relates to each other.  That’s what is represented here, the unspoken, the connection between two. The one that loves you, that squirms in the middle of the night, with knots in a stomach, that a sheltering sky can’t give comfort.   Waiting patiently in the moonlight, for that word, that notion, that things will be okay(at least for now).  Sometimes it comes, and most times it doesn’t.  The cold night air reverberating into the echo of oblivion.  And you are alone.  And its scary.  In good company, healing can happen.  In good company, there is a tenderness that can materialize in even the most destitute of circumstances.  And it is that place you can find a reason for Hope.

I long for those moments.  And the knots in my own stomach can attest to times between, that those moments aren’t even long enough.  That eventually, I’ll be Crossing the Moon River in Style.

Burbank, CA

Leica M6 50mm Summilux @ 2.0 Portra 160 NC

He’s back!! If you haven’t, I highly suggest you follow fistfulloffilm. Hands down, one of my favorite photographers on tumblr.

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