this is where we talk:

at the end of the day, what i say won't matter to you. you'll formulate your own opinions and ideas. all i can do is share my story and hope that you see things my way. if not, shit goes on. these are my words. this is where we talk.

"eram quod es, eris quod sum..."

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→ Dec 2011

breaking branches:

i remember being young and wanting to climb trees all of the time. i remember falling from them and getting scratched and scrapped; running home with blood trailing down my legs and arms. i think back on the times i was upset or when everything seemed to be going to shit and i look a few moments ahead of that initial anger and see myself in a tree thinking. sitting on a branch and letting your thoughts roam freely up there is the closest, i feel, that we can get to heaven on this earth. i miss the days when i could just walk out in my front yard and see a big, beautiful tree waiting there for me… i wish i could go back.