06.22.13

If everything happens for a reason,
Then this life is nothing more than a cruel,
well-crafted execution.
A carefully designed death, with each delicate
moment leading to our inevitable ends.
I say that nothing happens for a reason.
I say that our efforts in this world matter.
It's your life
Give it a happy ending.

K.P.

I am absolutely content
Dreaming eternally
on the hardest days
you are too beautiful for this world
on the easiest,
you are a reflection away from
reality
I am yours and that is all
Forever.

M.C.

We can be forever seventeen
it's what I want
and summer is here.

I can trace the lines where our faces intersect:
Two pools of blue pouring perpendicularly into a matching pair.
Freckles flickering in the same formula over curving cheekbones.
Waves of lips waning into identical winning smiles.
Narrowing noses nearing similar slopes.
As I take my brush and blur the lines into something untraceable:
A calculated delusion of warped features,
until I can't recognize the you inside of me.

[ Hay Meadows ]

We always think that we'll have more time.

Oil spills underneath my skin

Another untapped source of depression

Tapped.

I somehow find myself attached to detachment 

Blend everything i've ever felt into one;

black and white into grey. 

Nothing 

is clear 

but the

fog. 

MISLED YOUTH

My second full length book is finally
out, view it in its entirety by following
the link above.

It's about the sport and people that changed my life.

Enjoy.

I've brought my Tumblr back to life.
If you'd like to know the stories
behind several of my photographs, as well
as check out some of my digital work, give it a look.