to my fellow mourners
i cried earlier, till my whole face was tears. but it's okay to be happy after, too.
make room for it all go through you, if you can. you're only dwelling if you've already run the course of your feelings.
mourning
polygon seemed so sweet from our brief meeting, shy but present, so soft and loving.
in the absence of any photos from when we met, it truly will live in our mind.
rest in power, brave one. 💜
I ran into the sea, got my camera as close to the ground as I could bend, spammed the shutter then ran back before the wave could splash on my camera.
mei is me&i, is me and I,
is plural, cat, , distinct and intertwined
photographs
programs
plays sets
poet
musician
image-editor
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I gave my map away, but it's time to push and pull, change and ~~kill your past~~. Oh... To know the catharsis of loving again reminds us of how much we bled. This heart wasn't made for loving anyone, but now I know where I am. I make my own path.