I don't really want to call this photography. Mostly, I started this thing a few months ago, that I would try to make the most random things beautiful. I think anything can be beautiful. Anything can be art.
My world is smoke. The burning of incense, the drag of a cigarette. I am being consumed by smoke. It's filling me up, making everything blurred out. My mind has been numbed, like I have taken medication, but I haven't. I'm not complaining. It's just sometimes,
Sometimes, when my limbs ache, and I can't stay awake, I don't know if it is because I am tired, or if I am genuinely hurting and yearning to go outside and run for miles until I loose all feeling and drown in the satisfaction. Yeah. That was really dreadful, but I'm always feeling like that lately.
I love chelsey. And tanner. Today was very good. I just get this way at night. Nights are when I feel the worst, when I feel alone, and it is quiet, and all I can do is think. And all I think about are the bad things. Anyways, I need some rest.