Posted in Photo

1/365

I love writing but I also love other creative endeavors. Sometimes my mind gets burned out on words and I turn to other things to fulfill me creatively. I’ve been snapping photos since I was in middle school. As a way to shake things up and challenge myself this year I thought it would be neat to see if I could get one picture a day that I posted here. If it comes with writing great, if not, great.

What better place to start than selfie heaven. This is probably the only picture of me you will ever see on here other than my profile picture (which doesn’t really count because it’s just my eye).

This is your fearless author. I’ve been up since 430, at work since 7, it’s now after 6 and I’ve only been home for less than 20 minutes.

The holiday’s have exhausted me. Life lately has exhausted me.

Sometimes I feel like I could sleep for days on end but I can never slow down enough to do that.

Relax?

What’s that?

My school holiday is over today so I will be reviewing school work for the evening.

The new year has set me on a good creative start but I’m not sure I want any of it to be seen by public eyes, at least not yet.

I have bags under my eyes. They’re perpetual. I don’t think they’ll ever go away.

I’ve had acne because dairy is apparently in fucking everything.

I’m not wearing make up because fuck that, that’s why (although I do have make up and I do wear it).

In the time it’s taken me to write this I’ve gotten up and sat back down at least 10 times.

I’m not going to try and look pretty.

I’m not going to duck face.

Or myspace angle.

I’m going to look just as stressed as I feel.

This is your fearless author.

Day 1 of 365 done.

Posted in Word Prompt

Dying Days

I love the moment of evening
When the day clings with increasing desperation
Painting the sky in smoky pinks and hazy grays
With a bleary brush of dying days.
Perhaps it says much about me
That I would prefer to watch
The slow extinguish of the day’s flame
Than the brilliant lighting
After the darkest hours.
How can it be
That someone comes to love
The descent into night,
So much more than the rescue
From seemingly endless blight?
Maybe there’s no fear of the dark
When the stars are so clear
And a million galaxies streak across the sky
In all brilliant colors only visible in those moments
After the day has died.


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