A small little thing. I saw a photograph that I’ll reblog soon, and it hit me. There was something about it and I wanted to write about this photograph. I haven’t been hit like that in a long time; I don’t even know if I’ve been hit like that before. I’ve had enthusiasm and running around the house, but to see something, and then have a sudden reaction of “Why is this here?” is astounding. It inspires me for a project, but I don’t know how it’ll go. I’m starting to understand why words come easily when one isn’t happy. They’re more lyrical, but they don’t sound as restrained or forced- more natural. I like that, but I fear what it means for me. It makes me wonder about the sacrifice in which I may have to engage.