looking back. I like these frames.

I will walk or wander where I please, to take these photographs, to put my scattered mind at ease.

a cry

of cries

when im dreaming of a moon lit lake

and my secrets revealed

you would

be looking back in my eyes.

the reflection of the sky's,

the circles and sighs,

the showers that keep me alive

when I crave the sunlights arms,

her encouragement to rise.

some sweets!

No matter what happens, I will have this pocket of secrets to myself. I keep my inner world, my own; and like a rock, I absorb the light and energy that surrounds me.

I remember the wind.

"It is mine"