July 27, 2011

my dreams.

a frustrated artist, drawing my favorite fiction craving perfection forever. i could not, however, see the flaws in any one of his drawings, his strokes were with ease and yet a little anxiety everytime. the drawings were perfect, perfect, why couldn't he see that?

some still-secret lover sitting with me, wondering and seeing for the first time. he uttered words so mellifluous that overwhelmed me, he asked "where could you have been before? how come i never found you earlier?"

oh, dreams, (holds the deepest parts of oneself) i have been remembering all of you so vividly lately.

8 comments:

Lindsey said...

It's really beautiful the way you described your dreams, I wish I could remember mine :[ And beautiful pictures too, as always.

Sydney said...

beautiful post :)

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kimberley said...

oh so beautiful - both your words and photos. dreams can be so confusing sometimes, but you've really captured the beauty of it x

kinsey french said...

Oh my gosh, such an overwhelming amount of beauty in one post! I love it. hehe! <3 ^_^

feH said...

Cute photos!

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danielle said...

i absolutely love your photos...

J said...

lovely photos!

hannan said...

beautiful post indeed, åh.