Pretty Things, Sad Thoughts.

Recent shot of the waves at night, first edited of course and the second is the original. To me they almost look like paintings.

I wear my insecurities on my feet, not on my sleeve,

They’re rain boots, and they only stomp in the murkiest puddles.

Where others tiptoe around the edges, wary of the splash,

I wade straight in, letting the cold water climb my calves.

Each ripple is a reflection I’d rather not see,

Faces bending, stretching, distorting into judgment.

But I linger there, splashing louder,

As if daring the puddle to swallow me whole.

People with the same boots might keep them dry,

Find the high ground, watch the sky for clearer weather.

But mine crave the dirt, the rain-soaked streets,

Where the world feels heavy enough to match my steps.

Every puddle a conversation I shouldn’t start,

Every stomp a secret I shouldn’t confess.

My boots grow heavier with each plunge,

Yet I can’t resist the comfort of sinking lower.

When the storm passes, the streets will dry,

But I’ll still seek out the last hidden pools.

Because my rain boots, my insecurities,

The roller coaster’s off its track

The melody fell apart

Oh and it’s raining again

PLAY THIS WHILE YOU SCROLL THROUGH MY BLOG 💙

Went on a walk today, took some pictures, I hope you enjoy them.

Taken on my iPhone 16 while tinkering around with the styles settings. All point and shoot stuff, I rarely put any thought behind these photos 😅 probably should start