The books are on the shelf, endless Chapters… of confusion. And pages… pages of words… Broken promises, Shattered… cast aside. The writing, is on the floor, a happy ending, torn from a book. Too many photographs, and all I can see is the imperfection, in their perfection. I can no longer
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the Universe plays an infinite loop of thoughts, memories, flashbacks, dejavu, and double whammies… the track marks on my arm are in my head, an infliction of my own addiction, freedom in chains, and the number is 7! If only this addiction came with a high we could fly away….
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freedom in chains I’ve been doing a lot of thinking of late about freedom, and coincidentally this image passed in front of my lens while shooting something else…. What is freedom and who decides? If we are physically chained and repressed, then it is the repressor who decides. But if
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what’s worse than losing your mind, is finding it again… in a future that is your past! a simple turn of the key, gave me permission to allow myself to be free a much needed transition! © 2011 Julian words and inspiration… thanks to Mike and Ryan… Tania… Freya… Kate…
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broken, yes. yes, it’s broken. (Yes) see the pieces, and how they fit together? but can it ever… be the same again? (No) do you want it… to be the same again? (No) it’s only broken glass… from the darkened window, that kept me from seeing you, and you, from
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It’s Special Education Week and this post is in honour of all children who just need a little extra help… attention and acceptance! The dream of a child is the dream that two ordinary people had about the child that was about to be born. The nine months of waiting
Read more →What are friends for? They’ll stand behind you Whatever you do, And cheer you on When the race is on! What are friends for? They’ll take you out, And listen to you pout So as to ease the pain When she leaves you again! What are friends for? To pour
Read more →How many looked up tonight, at the same moon… Did anyone see, what they hoped to see… Were you standing with, the one you love… Or did you stand alone in a crowd on a hill… What thoughts were carried, away on the wind… Were they thoughts you let go…
Read more →Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into the next room, I am I, and you are you, Whatever we were to each other, that we are still, Call me by my old familiar name, Speak to me in the same easy way which you always did,
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