instigating self agonyso it's 1am... I hear Him trying to tell me things...he get's louder and then farther away only to come back again when the rumbilng echo of his voice has lullabyed me to sleep. Beautiful electric figures dance around the heavens..intense and playful... that way my eyes cannot and do not want to be diverted.
Besides the thunder and lightening...there's silence....
I ask my Father for nothing more then someone to share my passions with. No not the intimately physical, at best the physical being sculptures, pictures...and then my other passions of looking deeper into the word and searching for comfort between it's pages...or reading poems and literature that capture my very soul...(writing in my own words...that always seems to fail exactly what it is that has stirred my emotions in the first place) I took a picture of this couple in London kissing at a phone booth...he kissed her like it would be there last kiss forever...and you can see that perfectly from the way it captured onto the film)
Still I'm in no desperate situation that you should actually be taking my self pity seriously. I just wanted to capture this moment of me sulking that way I could get it out and be done with it.
Check out these to sites:
myspace.com and search for bradley hathaway (he's the only one...i'm keeping this simple for some of you *grin*)
and then next i found my friend Josh's site to be just...well i'm dumbfounded and astonished. so there you have it, it's a must see! http://www.endastrieartist.com/pages/5/index.htm
Laure
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