As published on ThoughtCatalog It was a grey day, the air damp with drizzling rain. Head overflowing with thoughts that couldn't be drowned out by the rain, I stopped by the coffee shop to work and found a spot facing out the window. I don't know what made me glance up in that particular moment, ...
Photo Journal: Stockholm on 35mm Film
At the end of the day, I think all that matters is that you live for the small things. Whether it's a smile from a stranger, the train arriving right on time, a good morning text, or even just the crease of a shadow striking in the perfect corner... fall in love with the small things and you'll fall ...
Dreamer
by day we race the sun to the summit the clouds just missing our fingertips by night we lay blankets on cars underneath the stars pondering what happens to the dreams when the dreamer dies? ----- see more on film here. ...
Wake Me Slow
somewhere between dreams and waking is that blissful blank state of being blind to a world that's cold and also let go by those you can't let go three minutes then two o n e fragile heart wake me slow ----- see more on film here. ...
