I don't know what I'm doing here.

i've wandered from place to place trying to find myself by kissing a pretty face. the funny thing is, i've never felt better in the middle of the woods all alone. i'll show you what life looks like through my isolated eyes. i communicate better with paper and pen and light captured in a picture.

bare with me, i'm rusty. i lost myself for a while. i'm back now, though, and i have a story to tell.

02.11.18