days

i am feeling at a loss with words lately. thoughts even. it began to frustrate me, and was saddeing. but i've been reflecting on all the feeling i've had to do in this past year and have concluded that there are periods of life meant for only that. feeling. being in touch with the parts of life that are occasionally word-less. 

i'll not feel guilty for lacking the words or motivation to write. i'll not get down on myself for letting books go unfinished, or news articles be unread. i'll not be frustrated when the things (whatever you want to call them) inside swirl around my head in a hurry before burying themselves deep in the soil. 

all these seeds of heart and soul and growth will sprout when they mature. and only when they have grown above the earth can they make any impression on their surroundings. patience, always.  

now for some photos... 

 resisting

(blonde! for now...)