lyndalemon
At that moment in time, I distinguished from everyone else around me; I wasn’t like them, I couldn’t ever be and part of me didn’t want to anymore. These people couldn’t ever bring me happiness, I needed to find that in myself. I was sick and tired of all the lies and corruption surrounding me everyday while I worked with these “people”. If they even deserved to that have that title, cause they certainly weren't human or humane by any length.
Girls have flare. Well, some girls, not all. I don't use the word much. It seems light & flowy the word. I think of the wind caressing through a blond's hair as she's running through a field of green somewhere I don't know. She's a candle in the wind, she's got flare. She's on fire baby.
Some people take pills to get thrills for there lack there of.
Ecstasy, pain killers, little jagged ones, white ones, big ones small, chalky.
I find it so amazing how something so small could do so much. Just like the lion & the mouse, just like that.
In the darkroom it seems as though as my problems leave once I go into the revolving door. It's just me, & my photographs. My words spoken through a photo, just like a millions time before like others have done. My messages clear & unclear & each have a story of their own to share with those who view them. The darkroom is my place of sanity, where my mind can release it's up most secrets & emotions left hidden by my loved ones. In that room, I feel a bit calmer, this is what I'm going to be doing, I'm going to be making art, so I have to make sure it's my best work yet; for myself, not for anyone else.
Well, they once had to rub jelly on my mother's belly to see if she had anything growing inside there. When the doctor claimed that indeed she did, her face had filled with excitement. She was having a baby!
Print with a tint of intent to create something beautiful. Or perhaps not beautiful, but something, anything, with expression. Don't think it's been done before, because it's been done by you & you are one of a kind. So get that printing press, or er, printer, running!
I've heard the word lean many times in my life, particularly in a song with the following lyrics; "Learn on me. When your not strong; I'll be your friend. I'll help you carry on. For, it won't be long, that you will need somebody to lean on." As a child, I never quite cared for the lyrics, life did not hit me as hard yet. These days, I cherish these lyrics very well & the people who happen to be the ones that follow these lyrics with me. As I do the same for them.
I've always had to write reports for school. I never necessarily found it difficult, I just found it frustrating. I was too lazy most of the time. I didn't want to write these extremely long mundane essays on camels or starving children in a 3 world country. I wanted to write fiction, pure fictional stories & fictional lives. I felt as though I was wasting my time, I wasn't writing a book.