I came across pictures I tried to forget yesterday. Am I the sum character of my experiences or a character derived from who I dream myself to be?

There's no blame, for how our love did slowly fade. Did you want me to be more wonderful? Because I think I wanted that of you.

Despite everything, we couldn't seem to stay out of each other's lives.

Sometimes, I think on some level, we know the person we are going to be in our lives. We know the souls we match with, and the ones we don't. And the one's we don't, teach us the most about ourselves. Your soulmate from a universal perspective could be your worst enemy. They are the ones who teach you that you haven't mastered yourself yet.

"An artist? What if you fail?"

You see, it never occurred to me, I could fail. For you, it was all you conceptualize. The very palpable risk of failure was never real to me. For you, it was everything. It's why I chose a different life than you, why our paths traversed, and separated back again. In a meditation, I left the crystal paved trail through the woods, and drifted into the unknown. You have only ever walked the path, therefore we could never walk together perpetually.

Everyone's afraid of their own life, and no one really knows the one's they love. Myself included. My lover is a stranger.

But what I have come to learn in these past few months, is that art is a process. It is play, and it is failure. It is new experiences and new people. It is outside my comfort zone, and it is grander than my ideals.

Everything derives from an idea, and details matter. The lo-fi glamour of it all.

I'm just glad I was born into this dimension to contemplate it.

tee-shirt + white fur by Gypsy Warrior

leather jackets by The Arrivals

rings by The 2 Bandits

photographed by Jamie Schultz