The Dark Angels Lullaby - MonologueThe wind blows by as I hear the faint chatters all around me, the grass caressing my body as the wind carefully dances with my deep brown hair. I begin to doze off with my books atop of myself, the flush of exhaustion raining over me as I gently close my pale green eyes. I want to be with him, I want to lay with him, and I want our bodies close together, my heart is torn. A shiver is sent down my spine, I recollect my thoughts and just lay there, thinking about my life, thinking about what would become of me if they found out what I was doing and how I was living. I've yet to learn so much about myself and so much about him, so much about us, out of billions, he was my savior.More Like This
A sudden shadow befalls my face, interrupting my deep thoughts. The wind still caressing my hair with such grace, I open my eyes to see who could possibly wish for my aid. To my surprise, it's him I lay there as if I couldn't move, my heart was pounding, I could feel the blood rush to my face lighting my ch
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The Street Photography of Chris Weeks
It was only after many long frustrating hours of trying to describe what’s so special about the photographs of cweeks...
That I finally realized I was trying to describe something that wasn’t there.
I finally realized that the magical something that sets cweeks’ works apart from others is that his camera disappears. There is no sense as you look at his photos of street scenes and other captures that you are looking through a lens, even the lens of a particularly talented photographer. There is a sense of simply walking through a town and seeing what you happen to see – without the