Photo / Diaries, Entry #2:

Staring out at the landscape. Watching the flowers sway in the wind. Trying to make sense of it all. I’m not there anymore. Watching the light kiss the horizon. Trying to rise above. Avoiding change that hasn’t happened yet. Welcoming it with open arms. Thinking about when I learned how to play guitar at fourteen. Wide eyed. Reflecting. Trying to write my heart a song. Melody and rhythm. Picking up where I left off again. Cooking dinner. Thinking about singing to my Grandmother. She knew how to love me. The color red. Remembering her smile. Tangerine skies. Burning the bread. Missing her scent. Missing her embrace, more. Seven years. Missing how it used to be. I won’t find that again. Maybe the hard part only matters when it rains. The great divide. You pull, I pull. Casting away yesterdays. Reminding myself that I matter in the hearts who hold me close. How many arms embrace me without genuinely embracing? You didn’t really care to call. Delicate. Floating. Re-wiring. Somewhere beneath it all. Thinking about the light again. The sun. The sun. The sun. My two feet planted. A metaphor.