While scouring through the subways and sidewalks, one must be aware of their surroundings. At each location, there is something-an obscured object, a taste in the air, a flush of inspiration-waiting to be discovered by the observant wanderer. To travel means to consciously relinquish the safety of sanity, and allow your soul to be delivered into the hands of the unpredictable world around you.
This body of work originates from my mobile device, my notebook on the go. While flowing with the current of time, one is rarely granted peace; photographs and poems must be procured in an instant, lest the opportunity dissolve in the dusk.
I watched a motorcyclist flip off a middle-aged woman while a luminous rainbow spawned from the southern sky. These moments, what do they mean? And what will I do with them? Maybe, it is time to choose.
Being unique is everybody’s goal, rather than being themselves, and the societal definition of uniqueness is quite standard; are we being fooled?
The goal is not to give them a regurgitated experience, but, instead place within them an object that will unconsciously will them to respond with wonder, passion, and a bevy of other emotions.
All about the daily happenings
Climax is the battle
Writes about the end
“You have to bring effort everyday” – A name forgotten.
I know that this could be real,
and I know what you want to feel.
Falling in love, real love, is finding someone
who’s world you can’t wait to wake up within.
They say it takes three times to know something.
The first time you must conquer congenital ignorance
Tackle and tussle with the unknown
Hands clawing at shadows upon the wall of the cave
Believing these phantoms are real.
The issue lies with you, not the world
A mind not yet tainted by the truth
Every element becomes a fragment of a kaleidoscope
Hypersensitivity and alertness force adrenal glands
To leak unnecessary hormones into the heart
But then. You believe.
That this is it, and there is no greater pleasure than knowing.
The second time is embedded with danger
You can no longer hide behind ignorance
The experience gathered has created a zone of limbo
Not informed to understand everything,
Yet wise enough to know more than nothing.
A thin line has to be teetered
And the cable below your feet
Can only take so much tension before it breaks
So you must choose.
To dive into the whirlpools of darkness
Or divert your dream and stay the same
The second time is so terrifying because of the choice,
and we humans, are so very afraid to do so.
The third time is when a conclusion is created.
Ignorance has been tamed to the point of appreciating the new.
By now, muscles have memorized the movements
The rhythm of sidewalks
As one travels from curb to countryside
Unafraid to step into the abyss of ambiguity.
A mental conclusion is not the end.
One must accept the truth,
Coming to terms with an idea that was, once frightening
Now, it serves as proof that you are capable
Of confronting the unknown.