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.F A Ç A D E. Pictures rarely tell you who you're looking at, smiles rarely mean what they're supposed to, people rarely are who they portray themselves to be, for what they really are, is not free. Those who have met me on a surface level, and those who I've let see the man undone, know two different versions of me. Looking at the kooky picture you'd think I'm feeling my oats, but the thing is, on that particular day, I was super super down. The thing is, for the longest time, I hid myself away during periods of pain, or melancholy, but over time I learned to slap on a silly face and roll with the punches: and looking back at it, the latter served me better. Although you don't instantly feel better, wearing a façade on the outside, helps heal what's on the inside; helps steer the mind, and the spirit toward something more positive than the slump you find yourself in. After all, white lies you tell yourself don't really count as lies, right? Through many an eye, I've seen myself, and through many an ear, I've listened, and though things change, my name does not, and that makes me feel less strange. At any given point in time, choose yourself at your happiest, and silliest. Allow the negative emotion to pass with your breathing, and allow yourself to be free, in a body that feels naught, and wear that mask, till comfort allows, to never have to wear it once again. Outré Lux- Photay #mentalhealth #love #s7edge #art #poetry #vscocam #blog

.D U S T P I G G Y. Jamie | ˈdʒeɪmi noun: 1. The given name of the sun warrior, Jameson. Known for being a small, silly ball of happiness, who loves scritchy-scratches in the morning, and ferocious hugs before his bedtime (scattered throughout his 20hr sleep schedule) Also goes by, Beanie, Beandog, and lovingly, dumbass. Today marks two years since we opened our hearts, doors, windows, cupboards, laundry hampers and the likes to this little kitty who believes he's the mightiest of all cats. A lot has changed in these two years, and my father who was sceptical about bringing in a cat, now wakes up at five every morning to feed him, and sit with him out in the lawn, watching him "hunt" a host of insects. He's brought so much positivity and love to all who have met him, and continues to do so. The hardest part about moving away will probably be switching from a meowing, paw-taps-to-my-nose alarm clock, to a digital one. Little bean, I love you. Someday- Akira Kosemaru #catsofinstagram #s7edge #art #cat #love #vscocam

.P E T R I C H O R. Have you noticed how the smells of the Earth reflect your moods, and thoughts? How the flush of the first rains leave behind reminiscence at times, and nothing at all during others? . Their first interaction was nothing special, save the petrichor that emanated from his rapidly drying heart; salty tears on a long-barren ground, that had almost forgotten how it felt to love, that had almost forgotten how it felt to feel. Nothing special, and yet. . Maybe our being is so deeply rooted in the element, that the rains are symbolic of the changes within us. Maybe we don't think enough of what it means to be fluid, and what it means to flow. To allow the scents of the Earth to permeate the deepest barriers within ourselves, and bring to life hidden places of surrender, and sacrifice; love, and joy; to relive, if even for a moment, under the veil of the rain, those memories that we hid, and are likely to hide once more. Have you ever noticed how the Earth reflects you? Human Bog- Baths #s7edge #art #bnwphotography #poetry #blog #vsco

. T E T H E R E D. Aren't we all? To something? To someone? God, Heaven, Karma. Isn't our understanding, perception, and reciprocity determined by that which we tether ourselves to? Isn't that why philosophers of old have 'state of nature' cornerstones? Life is perhaps created thus, in sequences of remembering and forgetting; knowing that we are tethered, and then forgetting, only to return to the loop once more, in countless variations of belief and repudiation. However, are tethers are not fastened to the ground, and our return to these cycles are not endless. There is escape, and escape is to constantly question, challenge, and sever the ties we have with that which holds us down. Life is short, too short for stagnation. Sever the ties with all that weigh you down, to rise above your former self, free to find a higher you. Aum. Arrows- Haux #s7edge #poetry #art #noir #love #photography #vscocam #blog

. R E T U R N . The year so far has been filled with settling emotions; recouping from the intensity of the year preceeding it. A lot has happened that lays as a backdrop to the channels through which I explore this year. I've lost a dear friend, at too early an age; I came out to my folks; I struggled with a lot of anxiety related to the path I would take at the end of Law School; and yet, in the wake of all of that, I finally feel like I'm returning to the man I am, and understanding the true release, and fluidity of living right. The healing that has to happen at the end of a long period of hurt, will be cathartic, not because of the path of troubles you have overcome, but because you found yourself at the end of that journey. Every feeling you have, Every fleeting thought of success, Every crush, or personal victory, irrespective of what others see it as; it is valid. You are valid. Return to yourself. Your-self. Harlem River- Kevin Morby #s7edge #art #oiloncanvas #photography #faith #vsco #vscofood #selflove (swipe for details)

. B O N E S . Painted in obsurities, Stands a structure from my past, Alone, yet not, Dead, yet, not quite. What remains in a space you leave? A space you have known, and grown in, One you called home, yet left no heart in– What remains of this space when you leave? Do the bricks resonate your crying, As the beams begin to shake? Does the child within it come forth to speak, To the man within you, who beckons to wake? Do the walls then carry your sound, and scent, Offering a glimpse to those who'll come next; Of all that you were, before your reascent– Will they then not make the next quite vexed? In truth, the spaces we inhabit are but a reflection of ourselves, that stands during our lifetime, to shelter the world from who we are within those walls. For within the walls we build, we are free to be whoever we please. With no worry, and no reproach. And when we die, the indentations of those people we were, lie secreted away in the corners of its interior. Life rewards the curious, but is it reward you seek, Amid the bones of another's living quarters– Why do you come forth with a hungry eye, When there is no reward in sight? Every space has a story, Like every person has a force. Every inch of brick and mortar, beam and dust, that make up a building, tells a tale. Which at times, like the inhabitants within it are obscure. What will yours say about you, when you leave? Menich Hzin- Jawhar #architecture #art #vsco #vscocam #s7edge #poetry #tone #texture

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