I know this is a bit personal but thats what I hope people see in my photographs, I was reading my journal the other day and I came across this entry from July, emotions like the ones felt below are what inspire my photography, so thought i’d share.
It wasn’t all bad, there were times when I was allowed small brief moments of pure bliss, love and emotion from him and sometimes his eyes would pour into mine and I was able to see myself as he saw me, someone who was beautiful. And all over again i’m remembering the reasons I fell for you, the memories of a boy with eyes like ocean surf, a crooked smile, but lips that could stop your heartbeat. A boy who stole my heart with a glance, brought me to my knees with the line that follows his jaw. His breath in the dark, his hair in the sun, the stars’s view of us in the bed of his truck the first time we made love. I now suffer with the task of acknowledging what cannot now be changed no matter how much you plead with the universe for it not to be true… That your gone.