Old South Haze

 

Time Behind the Lens

 Life imitating life...

It's a cycle of subjects and predicates...

When the artist becomes the art itself.

Between Autumn and the Snow

And I'm starting to enjoy things

I don't even understand.

Like a language I've learned to spell

But cannot speak with my tongue.

I started to enjoy 

Occasional springs 

That would turn into winter 

Without knowing the summer.

And Whatever is in between 

The autumn and the snow,

Is an enigma I wouldn't want to know.

Let it remain a secret.

A magic in my thoughts.

Adventures of the Heartbreaks

But our Calloused hearts

Could challenge superstitions. 

And We survived to tell the tales

The Adventures of the heartbreaks. 

For no one marries their first love anymore, 

They became just a fond memory.

First loves, second, third and so on

Until you had enough and settle to the one you are at peace.

And I used to be lovers with fate.

Until it disappointed me.

Just to find out that I own my destiny.

Chances changing to creating opportunities.

Creating my own light out of the fires that burned me.

Warming my heart with the embers of painful breakups.

Redeeming my white dress again.

Taking back what was supposed to be mine.

My destiny, my destination, my time.

And be friends with fate again.

Big Little Things