I was going to write about this deep sinking vague feeling inside, a longing that somehow manifests itself from the shades and elements of light captured by my camera.
Read SP, my attention completely sucked into her words and my mind screams and gasps in admiration, wonderment and joy, of how a mind with its limitless possibilities, its numerous crevices in which reside the currents of unique and precious talent, could find a way through words to express itself, sublimely and eloquently, through pages and pages of the stream of consciousness.
And somehow I forgot what I was about to write. On one hand I want to crawl back into my comfort zone. On the other hand I want to get out there and explore.