i want to know that each day has value. my spirit longs to accomplish something every day...it can be as simple as sweeping the floor, but i need to feel the hours are not in vain.
language school is now over, and i am looking forward to picking up pencils and charcoal again, roaming the city with my lens, writing sincere verses.
this new phase is entitled bewilderment. apparently i am highly practical by design, thus feeling lost amidst the hours. the remedy...one photograph a day, one walk in the sunshine, one smile from someone on the train.
if you were here, i would walk with you to the beach where we would release into the sand all of our dreams and sorrows.
happy new year, lovelies. beijinhos.
