i've been hiding in my photos.
journals, neglected and fading and wondering where my words have gone.
i wish i had an answer for them.
but if i had to take a guess, i'd say
that my need to write down what i'm feeling
left the moment that my daddy did.
i don't want to journal these emotions.
correction: i cannot journal these emotions.
so...i hide behind my photos.
[fin]
I'm officially mocking your blog. These photos of your journals are taking my breath...right now.
ReplyDeleteMy autocorrect is not as hood as I. I am not mocking your blog. I'm JOCKING your blog. :)
ReplyDeleteawww, sis...your sentiments fill me...at my most emptiest times
Delete(thank you for continuously being an aware vessel to my healing and growth)
the moment i took these photos...and the purpose i took them...took my breath...too.
(((HUGS))) <3<3<3
ReplyDelete(((xo)))
DeleteOh my. I can totally relate to this post. Thank you so much for the kind comment that you left on my blog. It brought tears to my eyes. I can relate wholeheartedly to your pain. I am hiding too. Behind my photos, behind my work, behind life in general. Sometimes it's easier than feeling the grief of losing my dad. I miss him more than words can express, and I feel so lost as to how to move forward. I am trying to journal in the evenings about the last few months that we spent together. It is therapeutic, and at the same time so painful. I don't want to forget the days that we shared together before he left. Thank you for reaching out, and for sharing. I appreciate it more than you know.
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