Into the woods

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

As the moment for this year's ending approaches, I find myself thrown into what seems to be a decade of events that were in fact just the things that transpire in this last 12 months. 

It is strange that this year was as eventful as it was, because I've been primarily focused in my experiences with the girl I love... And how our relationship has always been something akin to a rollercoaster because of my mild madness. 

I see why the things that have happened are my fault, and for that I feel ashamed, mainly cause I know she deserves to loved and encouraged every single day. 

Most of the things I see as my adventures, the ones I usually share with my best friend — and the main photographer of this blog — have been to take my mind off her, as you can tell by now, that is somewhat a difficult task. But my friend does help.

This year has proven me how fragile the human emotions are, and how strong they can be as well. 

I can only say that I am sorry for everything, thankful for the good, and looking forward for the next. I also hope that you my love, can look at me as you use to do before.

"Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting and modern. The country is gray and brown and white and trees. Snows and skies of laughter are always diminishing. Less funny, not just darker. Not just gray. It may be the coldest day of the year. What does he think of that? I mean, what do I? And if I do, perhaps I am myself again."

— From Meditations in an Emergency by Frank O'Hara.

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