Our feet were flying. The summer wind slaps our hair. The girls' laughter was loud! Lights glistened and the dizziness faded.
My thoughts were flying, then reality slapped my face, and the laughter stopped. My eyes glistened and the dizziness escalated.
Sometimes we can only fly so high before the carnival ride starts to come down. Sometimes I can only laugh so hard before the denial of my reality hits.
Maybe I'm always dizzy or maybe it just makes me stable.
the sound of my dad’s guitar playing his favorite chords the typing of my mom’s fingers going through family records the smell of the ceramics studio full of the kiln, dust and glaze the running home
it’s the little things they always say like how you listen more than you ever have before or how you stopped opening my car door like how you squeeze me tighter in our hugs or how you don’t answer me
I cant remember the last photo i took maybe it was a mountain maybe my niece maybe myself maybe you looking away no matter what it was it’s the last thing my lense has seen which means it means everyt