Writing makes me painfully aware that most of life isn't preserved by words or images or sounds.
Today I felt something I don't know the word for. I had felt it before and lingered on it for the same reason each time. This was however the final time. I am simply tired of this feeling, just because it's toward someone I care deeply about. To begin I found the word I … Continue reading Day 16[Reflection] Finished A Short Story
I stood in the parking lot of the Chicken Pot Pie shop dressed in day old sweat, and a tank top drenched in Febreeze and cigarette smoke. My hair was styled by my friend's couch and his cat's late night cuddle party. Wristbands cling to my wrists like neon bracelets as bright as the sun's … Continue reading [Day 12][Photography | Story]: Sweat, Wristbands, and Breakfast with A Girl
Tonight I'm doing this instead of everything else 😁 These are the promises I kept to myself: Do Jonah's Morning Exercises (100 push ups, 100 crunches, 100 body squats) Program for at least an hour a night. Apply for at least One Job. Total Kept: 11 The Promises I will keep tomorrow are: Do Jonah's … Continue reading Day 10(Reflection) We Do What We Want We Don’t Do What We Should
Today's entry is the cover art for an open letter to my first-love, because The misery of the first two days finally paid off. Both My creativity and productivity went up significantly after I made an adjustment to my routine. If you've been following along you might have noticed it. If you haven't, don't fret, I'll … Continue reading [Day 4][ART]: “The Bridge We Share”
I know there's a billion articles that evangelize self-care, positive thinking, and optimism, but to be honest--optimism and being positive can be F***ing Toxic sometimes. In the beginning of building any new habit or developing a process the biggest concern are temptations--which do exactly what you would expect. But after temptations are conquered there comes … Continue reading [Day 1]: “Optimism and Positivity Can be F***ing Toxic”
It was a cold Fresno morning and I had overslept by about half an hour when I slithered out of bed. For someone who is insistent on waking up early, I am painfully inconsistent about going to sleep on time. Also on nights like the one before this particular morning, I had decided to work … Continue reading Two Older Ladies Bought Me Coffee
The photographer, to me, is a fly that gets invited into a party. A body that's ready to act on its intuition for storytelling and is always watching the emergence and disappearance of emotions. It's a tricky art capturing those expressions of genuine affection, fear, or joy. The very potency of such moments is what makes them rare--and … Continue reading The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Motion.”
She looks at me eyes sparkling with fear, hope and something that should break my heart. Something that saw me as the knight that I wasn't. At least not the type to fall in love with the damsel he rescued.