A split second image suspended with the thoughts it provoked
In the blink of an eye.
23 Jan
Original Entry: Sometimes the things on my mind isolate me. They build up, grow massive and I stand in their valleys humbled and alone. When I am there I project on the world a ghost of myself and usually it suffices.
You try to find your way in but I am so bad with directions. I don’t remember things in the same manner as most people. But I like to think there is hope for me. At one time letting someone in was not an option. Now it is a goal.
Tags: art, introvert, journal, life, photography
