gee, 5 years already.
today marks an anniversary
i got dumped on this day.
such a mix of i really knew better and this isn’t working reality
but shit, i so didn’t have a plan.
just weeks prior
these images were taken.
i don’t know how these happened
he was not easy to work with in this way.
participating within my creative ideas and all.
these are a vibrant set of images
that i really love.
perhaps he was enjoying himself too?
the tone of them is immediate.
as circumstances go it was a long weekend
my standing in the doorway shirtless would otherwise have not have been a thing to do.
for fun, or to honor said five years – i removed him, leaving just his hand.
a ceremony of sorts.
with a bit of fuck you on the side.
felt demonstrative to do that.
i like them even more.
in things pandemic
these images sure resonate with the word TOUCH
the lack of.
or in my case, the lack of.
since leaving him.
i feel like screaming TOUCH ME from the roof tops.
an ache that is rattling inside me.
i know you feel that too.
i sometimes feel the weight of all of us missing normalcy.
as days go today
i am in a mood of sorts
distracted to derailed
i can’t remember the third “d” word.
the top image with the doorknob is my very favorite.