Salt on blades.

Like needles it overtakes me.

A shattering to my very core,

Coursing throughout

Like salt on blades

Into the vein.

Every more paralyzing

Every time.

Constrict me.

Confine me

To the deepest burn.

With each sear

Draw a tear

An unholy field

that yearns for growth.

Last minute.

When I write, I do it not for you but for me and my soul.  This soul's a tarnished one, blood stained from reality and her coy knives in the side. Reality, how playful with a dark premise over what is and was.

- Photography by Alison
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Tonight.

Insomnia -- what a wonderful thing. Sarcasm queues. My life -- its one giant tale of folklore. Hard to believe things could actually happen like they do to me, oh but they do. I want to write a series. The best way to start is to collect each tid bit of stories and scenarios I've been in and write about it. I swear just the uncanny situations on a daily basis make you wonder who the hell is watching over me. Cause they must have gone out for lunch.

Photography and such.

Photography by Alison is my passion, my pride, and even my joy. When it comes to my passions, they are many; however, nothing surpasses my love for photography. I had an engagement session today with a lovely couple. I then took some nature photos as my mom and I took a stroll around the lake at Wheeling Park, even though her ankle is broken. I wish I told her more how much these little things mean to me, especially during my time of need and great sorrow, at times.

Many days have gone by that I don't have a camera in hand. Other days I'm using my cell phone like it is attached to me to photograph every meal or every cat stretch like it's history in the making. Documenting our lives is one of the most important things I believe. Whether it is in a leather bound journal with a pencil and eraser or on an online blog with photographs; it still is unforgettable. Memories are way too precious to forget. I wish that I could write more. To your average person (better not say average American, because a lot of them don't write, or read for that matter) -- but an ordinary individual would say that I write a lot in fact. I feel as though it has been a fortnight and then some. Writing has become another passion released within me, especially through the storm that I have endured. 

 © Photography by Alison