this is what i love about the photograph. when one simple image can stand for all our convoluted human emotions. one snap of the shutter can encapsulate so much time passed. how can one sweet little package hold so much? i can't imagine a world without the camera to say it all even when i can't find the words.
talking with you. about the state of the world. and where we fit in.
moving through. simply.
airplane graveyard. you stand among the ruins. delicate and hopeful and young. busted up fuselage. your dress so fitted and pressed. motionless. burned out wings. not knowing if the remains are yours. injured girl. rusting yellow metal in heaps. lush green grass grows around you. as the bright country sun lights up your hair. sun flare obscures your face and shoulder. but you remain. a giant among the battered pieces. of this airplane graveyard. and your world.
once we were best friends. without even knowing. it's your turn to turn off the light.
once we were alike. without even knowing. watching thunderstorms on the patio.
once we were confidantes. without even knowing. we didn’t know what secrets were.
once we were happy. without even knowing. that goodness meant we were together.
grow. you whispered. i heard it. i am sure.
grow. i whispered back. on the breeze that blew between us.
grow. i feel it. but i sit here in defiance.
grow. you know it. and you thrust out your shoots, without intention.
grow. i want it. but i am swimming in the thickest sea.
grow. you must. so you reach through the power lines for your sky.
grow. i can. but these tendrils hold me to this merciless earth.
grow. you will. and i’ll look for shelter below you.
grow. i will. but first let me rest my body against you.
grow. you have. and i cannot imagine this world without you.
grow. i am trying. but i cannot keep up with you.
grow. you show me. let me learn from your strength.