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falling into the soup
Back home I find myself in the state of mind I've been missing for quite awhile- the colors are back, the mysterious intensity, the beauty of every inch of the world I behold...everything sparkles. Not sure how I fall in or out of it, but whenever it comes back I am dumbfounded...can hardly breathe from how amazing everything looks, how clear and rich, when I know for days, weeks even I've been skating on the surface of days in half-sleep. I make myself a bowl of soup and find myself gazing into it, amazed. I look up and am equally enthralled by the colors, shapes of my everyday world. Suddenly I see the camera beside me...and I wonder if this vision is like the ghost, unable to be captured on film...if it's only inside me or if it can be shared. So, with doubt I take the pictures. Are you with me?Can you fall into the soup with me? (2 pics)




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Much Love to you and your pinkie period
Liz
xx ((HUGG)
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