Happy New Year and wishing all of you a fantastic 2018!
I took a week off to catch up with everything and breathe a little from the holiday craze. Its still an uphill climb to take more pictures but with the winter wonderland that has landed in Montreal of late, I’ll be heading out to get some photography done.
I’m hoping for this year to go back and expand from the photography roots and go back to other creative avenues like fifties or something. We’ll see how inspired it’ll be. I know that I’m not very wordy around here and its all about the photography this past year however, this is my refuge and sometimes I’ve had some judge-y comments (from the Facebook shares) that I’ve not really wanted to deal with anymore last year and hence the fallback to giving this space a quieter presence (quite the opposite from the very wordy main blog Tranquil Dreams). However, you lovely WordPress visitors are absolutely fantastic.
One of my big goals this year is to try and edit a NaNoWriMo draft and if I’m happy with it, I’ll post snippets of it for fun. The thought kind of terrifies me but I think if I’m confident enough to post it, it’ll at least be readable..hopefully.
Thanks again for joining me on this creative journey!
Our world shatters and crumbles into pieces. They are so tiny, so are hard to collect and put back together. Do to fix it? Can we? Is it worth it to go back? We can only wonder as the pieces turn to dust and are carried away by the wind.
(I haven’t written a fifty in a long time and figured, I could just give it a go. There was no planning into this so sorry if it doesn’t really seem like much. Although most Fifty usually doesn’t.)
I play and replay the scene over and over again in my head. The words I could have chosen better how I feel, even those that I said in my heart and not out loud. The things I should have done, like be more honest and forward. There’s no redo.
She flips the pages of the photo album. The happy memories flood in. As she starts to fade out of the pictures, she stops at her replacement. The smile and the joy: these things should be hers. It might be her fault. Yet, she couldn’t be replaced. Focus is key…
***Sorry about the lack of fifties! I have been trying to figure out the schedule. However, the announcement of the Life is Strange fanfic is tempting me to give it a try. I have some ideas but not sure if I’ll do it yet. Still it inspired this little fifty.***
The first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were bad. Not evil, just in the an obsessive addictive way. My heart fell for you: the lust, the love, the everything blurred. It took over my body and mind. Even when you lied, then I did. For revenge.
I bolted up from my deep slumber. The discomfort spreading throughout my body. It felt apparent but uncertain. What was the course of action? Numbness, shivers: it penetrated my body, spreading its infectious yet invisible pain. Where did this start? What’s going on? All questions that wished for an answer.
I take a deep breath and look down at the paper. I twirl the pen in my hand quickly and get in a comfortable position. As the words sprawl across the lines, filling it up with the slightly illegible cursive. The anger burning away my joy, diminishes little by little.
The water crashes against the shore. Under the surface, there is a creature that only fairy tales mention with fluttering fins in place of legs who swiftly navigates through the aquatic life with ease. Suddenly, a turbulent force pushes through the water. Surprised, she turns around with weapon in hand.
Intense feelings coarse through my veins. In my mind, I can see your face as you softly caress my skin. All I have are memories now. Your touch is fading away. I fight to hold on for one more moment. Even if its just a dream. I can’t let go.