"Feast" Your Eyes

There's nothing quite like the feeling of art.

and being artistic.

I love photography, oils, acrylics, calligraphy and so much more.

but ESPECIALLY photography.

this little photo was part of a friendship shoot that I did over Thanksgiving break.

beautiful.

"You don't take a photograph, you make it." 

-Ansel Adams

Re-Record.

There is something inside each of us, calling us by name.
It's a voice that wants to be heard.
Some say it's a conscience, while others refer to it as our inner person or child.

I think this voice inside my head is an opera singer. And a loud one.
Everything I do or say seems to have consequences that I can never forget.
Constantly, the screeching voice is reminding me of my past mistakes.

What an annoying way to live.

So I have decided to sing over the noise and to re-record.
But this time, it's a smooth, silky, deep man voice.

He's singing to me that it's going to be alright.
That it is not the end.
This time around, my voice is strong and only positive.

This re-recorded voice is calming.
Is peaceful.
Is wonderful.

I think it's time to play this new tune. And never, ever stop.

Nothin' but a remix.

Nothing else will stay in my head.

besides this song.

soooooooooooo good.

Update On Life

There has been soooo much going on.

This is my fabulous, wonderful and fantastic mentor group.
I honestly have no idea where I would be without them.

Also, ^ is HILARIOUS.

This is my BFFFFFFFFF Shreya.

And yes, we can do the double downward dog together in yoga class.

These sweetie pies are why I keep going.

Life is so, so good.

Morgan's Poem

My roommate likes him

And I like

Him

And black

People

Are

Cool

Beans

Dragons with Imagination

Non-stop have I been listening to this new album and songs

I'm not even sure why I love them so much.

Here are some of my favs:

Let me know what you think!

Cause I just can't get enough....

Letting GO.

my wings spread out

for i am about to fly

when suddenly a breeze rushes 

past me.

stopping me.

holding me back from all I ever wanted

why is it so hard to let go?

to leave it behind

i fight the feelings

hoping IT WILL GET BETTER.

forget the memories

forget the emotions

forget the hurt

expand your desires

and

just

let

go.

English Essay. Enough Said.

the end.

True Story:

 

Poetry?

"an attempt":

through years of memories
we jump through the hoops
constantly wondering if we're on the same track
the road divides
we walk alone
this time, only thoughts are on our sides

"come. back. to. me."
that is all I ask.
fly home to my home once more
lets pick up where the pieces fell
and forget the dark and sleepless nights
lets rewrite what was written
so that midnight can roam free
again.

i wash my face with the coldest ice.
wishing i had warmth
tears start to fall
but i slap them away, not tonight
not at all

this is an attempt to convey
to express with deep regret
that if i had to do it all over again,

nothing would be changed.