"I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp, I live life like the captain of a sinking ship"

"I keep steerin us into an area thats shallow
Talkin to my shadow, he advised me not to worry
He said i should plant my tree and let it rise out of the fury
So give me some light, a little love and some liquid
Im gonna creep through the night
And put a plug in the spigot
And when the water grows
And the dam starts to overflow
Ill float atop the flood, holding on to my ugly"
- a t m o s p h e r e

Turning Pages

Day by day (growing away)
how fleeting
how freeing
to drift along shore memories
into a single mindless thought,
yet tomorrow
will be
a different story

"I want to go back
to that sure thing,
to home base, to the middle
of the stone mother
from which, I don't know how or when
I was torn away to be torn apart"
-Neruda

The Willow Tree

Weeping willow, weeping willow
sing to me, sing to me

I hadn't a care in the world with you
I only wanted to be you
to see the world through a tree

Weeping willow, do you weep?
For the love amongst the trees?

and in the light of day,
do you wish you'd stay
forever that way:
a lonely willow tree?

Weeping willow, sing to me.

"Like a great storm
we shook
the tree of life
down to the hiddenmost
fibers of the roots
and you appear now
singing in the foliage,
in the highest branch
that with you, we reach"
- Pablo Neruda

It's still summer and I've been enjoying every minute of it. My studious college day and daycare woman life seems like a distant memory in my mind. All this free time has been more than I could ever ask for. It's going to be difficult getting back into the swing of things, but I'm looking forward to it nonetheless. I'm currently in Connecticut right now, trying to beat the Texas heat for these last few weeks of summer. The view, the breeze is more pleasant from up here. I'm especially enjoying the 85 degree weather.
Yesterday I took a boat ride with my aunt and cousins to an island off the coast of Connecticut. The water was bluer than what I had envisioned and the same goes for the color of the sand. I felt like I was in a Hemingway-esque novel or a Fitzgerald golden age paradise. I hadn't a care in the world in that moment and I couldn't help but wish to never return home, ever, but only to live forever lost, forever in paradise on that little island in the Atlantic.

and now for some film development...