

you told me the truththe truth i made you promise to tell me. the truth i wasn't ready to hear. ..never expected to hear.you told me the truth
you claim it was a mistake, confused, a cluttered mind and stress pervading your thoughts; betrayal, fear and a guarded heart that froze you
well i was freezing when i walked outside in twenty-degrees at three in the morning a place to clear my head a street to turn teardrops into ice slopes on my chafed cheeks a pavement my feet couldn't feel beneath me because no feeling existed in my body
like the clawing at my arm that burned in four red lines carved fro


here's to black and whitemaybe i want to wear heels to church tomorrow maybe id rather wear ripped jeans and a band tee maybe i want to do my make-up pretty so it glistens in the light and feels like angels glitter on my eyelashes and maybe i want to only cover my blemishes and reveal my tired eyes, dark circles and blank lifeless facehere's to black and white
maybe i want to look my best for God maybe i just want to relax knowing He loves me as i am maybe i want you to stare at me, entranced and maybe id rather be ugly and raw so you have to look away
maybe i want to go to sleep to rest my head m
| As a survivor of child abuse and trauma (as well as adult abuse), photographs of children have a very unique place in my heart. Even the most joyous face on a child can actually evoke SO much sadness in me. Images of sadness, abandonment and pain can actually rekindle a sense of validation and connection with me. Then, each image can evoke a different experience inside of me simply depending on the day I happen to view it. I never plan to have children and actually don't do well with kids (mostly because of what I've already explained; it's always uncertain and unpredictable how I may feel around them, let alone interact). The images of them here on dA seem to hold a nostalgic, sweet soft-spot in most people's hearts around here. For me, that's not the case, really. But, the essence of a child and capturing that in some way artistically Speaks to me. It's healing, while at times painful. It's beauty and joy and sometimes silly. But, most of all, it's something I want to Experience (vicariously through these images). Whether it's joy and carefree bliss in innocence I never got to have myself, or even tending to old wounds by looking at the pain in another child's eyes; I need to experience it now. Thank you to all artists who make this possible for me. |
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photography steals part of one's soul
I'm souls collector
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"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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For me, photography is an act of worship, of honoring God for giving me vision, and of providing the people I photograph with glue for their relationships.
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"What I saw was equal ecstasy:
One universal smile it seemed of all things."
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Sorry for my English ^.^''
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I like to make a lot of friends to spread their work by featuring them,so other people can see them
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And I will tell you exactly why
if I can find the words for it.
Here, this is the best I could come up with: [link]
LH
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"The moving pen writes, and having writ,
Moves on, nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it."
~ Omar Khayyam
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