I am still having haunting dreams each night, memories of a past that are like pages of a book dripping with the blood of this sinner’s soul. Each night I struggled with heavy emotions and dread going to sleep knowing that my dreams will be so intense that I will awaken mid night.
I force myself to close my eyes and submit to this hell each evening but as the night approaches, I feel mood changes. I distance myself from people, from things, and I focus upon something other than life, or this life anyway. I choose my photography as it is like a snap of time, a forgotten moment which I can fall back into, forgetting for a moment where I am soon headed.
My escape has become a lens which freezes the beauty of this world as I see it. I have become a man detached, floating between this life and the one calling me. I walk this fine line capturing what I see to share with others in hopes of presenting to them visions of what they cannot see.
It amazes me how many people live without seeing what is really here. They have forgotten how to see as they live their lives, taking so much for granted, living such shallow and unfulfilled lives rushing around like rates in a maze.
If only they would take off their shoes and walk outside one night while the sky is clear. Walk into the grass and close their eyes and raise their chin to the sky. Would they feel it? The light? The warmth? Just think, they would be bathing in the light of a billion stars but would it empower them or make them feel insignificant?
Dream well tonight!
