Dear To whom it may concern,
How are you? I hope you are well. This letter I hope finds you in good spirits. There is something that I have been wanting to tell you for a long time but I know that you are scared and I don't wanna force things on you, again. So, this letter I believe will get my point across. I feel like I am the photographer and you are the model. A cohabiting relationship with dependent issues. No, I don't blame you and I don't blame myself. This is just how it has happened and it is what it is. The photographer takes pictures of his model and the model becomes the muse for his art work. A creature greater than anyone he has seen, the model is the photographers world. The photographer basically falls in love with the model and wants the world to treat them like the king or queen the photographer sees. Now this is where opinions could be changed, Models know the power they have over the photographer and they play with them in order to get success or attention. It doesn't mean that the model doesn't care for the photographer but it just is a relationship that is in a unhealthy place. Where does this leave the photographer, alone doing their art with this blocked heart becasue the model has taken the place of what they are looking for. The photographer knows that this isn't the love that is what you marry off of but understands it can be. That is why it is so sticky cause the photographer loves the model but has a hard time discerning what is true and what it the artistic passion. When a model just leaves a photographer, I am not talking physically leaving though it does happen, it is the end of the world no matter how dramatic is sounds. The photographer is left standing with out the release of the grasp. Now if the model was understanding to this relationship that happens and understood the photographer is basically in love with the model how does the model exist knowing that they exist to me the muse than they will just crush the photographer. I don't know. The relation between photographer and model will always be present but it won't always have the same passion and want behind it. That is why the cycle of photographer and models exists still. But I will sit here with my camera understanding the emotions I have, or a grasp of understanding, taking pictures of the world around me searching and cleansing myself. Our relationship won't be negated and won't be something that disappears but it will if the communication stops, cuts off so the detachment is such a hard edge that no one can touch with out the pain suffocatingly swarms in. I hope this letter makes your heart know. I hope you continue to grow and be you. This life is to short to constantly be told what is right and wrong so live with what your heart is saying.
Forever and ever your friend,
Photographer
I had this blog and was trying to find a way to write. I wrote an entry and it all made sense. These are the letters of my life.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Poetry in motion......8
Still haven't Finished my story but I still have things to write.
Here I stand, my beautiful man.
I am keeping myself afloat anyway I can.
The tides rush in and try to trip my feet.
I stand strong waiting for the both of us to meet.
You know I will always be your biggest fan.
Here my life sits now standing at this cliff.
There are two places I can go and both are a rocky rapid ride of the unknown.
Honesty flies next to me and trust is lagging behind.
I don't know where these feelings came from but I know they are strong and honest.
I don't wanna fuck this up which makes me trying even harder.
The fact I see you in my mind when I walk and and in my dreams when I am sleep is making the decision hard to make.
To jump down this waterfall or to watch the cliff.
I want the world for you.
I want you to be treated like the prince you truly are.
Constantly I get told to turn the other cheek, to avoid this but no.
Someone told me if it is worth the work it is worth the life.
You are beautiful. You are amazing. When you take a room you cause the soul of everyone to be on you. The world has been cruel to you and I hope you know that this world will pass. Hold on to that heart of yours. Hold on to that soul. You deserve the best in the universe no less.
This is a random vomit of what is in me. Romantic vomit if you will. This is me folks. I have always been a romantic and I hope you understand that just cause someone says something more poetic than another it doesn't mean it is not honest.
Here I stand, my beautiful man.
I am keeping myself afloat anyway I can.
The tides rush in and try to trip my feet.
I stand strong waiting for the both of us to meet.
You know I will always be your biggest fan.
Here my life sits now standing at this cliff.
There are two places I can go and both are a rocky rapid ride of the unknown.
Honesty flies next to me and trust is lagging behind.
I don't know where these feelings came from but I know they are strong and honest.
I don't wanna fuck this up which makes me trying even harder.
The fact I see you in my mind when I walk and and in my dreams when I am sleep is making the decision hard to make.
To jump down this waterfall or to watch the cliff.
I want the world for you.
I want you to be treated like the prince you truly are.
Constantly I get told to turn the other cheek, to avoid this but no.
Someone told me if it is worth the work it is worth the life.
You are beautiful. You are amazing. When you take a room you cause the soul of everyone to be on you. The world has been cruel to you and I hope you know that this world will pass. Hold on to that heart of yours. Hold on to that soul. You deserve the best in the universe no less.
This is a random vomit of what is in me. Romantic vomit if you will. This is me folks. I have always been a romantic and I hope you understand that just cause someone says something more poetic than another it doesn't mean it is not honest.
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