“For a long time, I’ve wanted to go on a shoot involving somewhere rural with old barns, and abandoned cars. It’s one of those things that I find aesthetically pleasing. Also, there’s an element of adventure and an element of mystery that is intriguing. You never know what you’re going to find. Even as a child, I imagined how fun it would be to explore one of these locations. I find that the plants that overtake the original subjects are representative of something. I feel as though I’ve captured somebody’s memory, as life has gone on around it.”
Mom had that look in her eyes again
Like an absence of reality.
She sent me away for another cab ride around town,
She told me for only an hour or so
But this was the fifth ride this month.
She promised me anything I wanted,
Ice cream or a new toy.
But I knew better,
She only makes promises when she sends me away
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The inner being is an individual’s intention. Each intention has a meaning, and the meaning has a reason. Every person has a motivator, a series of factors that illuminate the truth of one’s identity. The factors vary in effectiveness, and each plays a role in shaping who you will become. One may become as cold as stone, or as warm as a setting sun. Every factor is unique and special to the situation. Look inside, notice what one is, is there something that is portrayed through the black shadow that one fills?
My alarm went off, shrieking in that annoying tone that jolts you out of sleep. I got up, and doing that groggy I-just-got-up-so-I-look-drunk walk, I made my way to the clock to press the power button. After the noise from the clock was gone, I drug myself into the bathroom, and started getting ready for school. Just a normal Tuesday morning that consisted of brushing my teeth and hair, and throwing on an old t-shirt and jeans. By now I was awake enough to do a normal walk out to the kitchen.
My older brother, Jared, was already waiting for me. I had always thought he put too much effort into getting ready for school – the way he gelled his hair up always used to bother me, but now I find myself missing it.
“You about ready to go?” Jared asked – you could tell he was annoyed. “I’ve been waiting for like, 20 minutes.” I replied that I was ready when he was, but kept to myself the surprise that he had been up so early. We made our way to the front door.
Walking to the front door was never walking as much as it was creeping. My younger sisters and stay-at-home mom were still asleep, and of course were light sleepers. So every move we made had to be silent. I still have no idea how my dad did this so quietly every morning when he left for work.
