GratitudeLog

Thank you myriad of lost thoughts of self-neglect. Your rudimental yearning for a clairvoyant true "self" mends my immediate orchestration of the uncertain.

In this silent aftermath of an anomie, a gentle thought passes through my lips as I whisper my eulogy for the lost time.

I'm thankful I have a beating heart.

Thank you constant rumbles of the unknown. For every trembling weakness from fear may transform in a primordial vibration of gratitude.

Thank you gloomy eyes for caressing my frail reality. For the uncertain is not the enemy of my own imagination, but a tear that fades out the gloom and reflects on the bluest of the skies.

Thank you scratch pads and text fields for letting me be more forthcoming. For it is with the vastness of these present spaces that I have known the emptiness of the ones on which I do stand on.… read more

I'm shutting at the right speed. My sensitivity makes less noise with life's aperture that fills great light around me. All I need is focus, manually and perpetually. I'm set and I'm smiling through a… read more