02.28.15 [23/52] Pick me up, dust me off, give me breath and let me cough…

02.28.15
Music/title: Tongues; Joywave
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“Sometimes, I think, they’re all just speaking tongues.”

. .. ..

 

Every breath I take is a direct result of the past decisions I’ve made.
Every single thing is a direct result of the decisions I’ve made…

I get caught in this infinite loop sometimes…
[ What if I’d never gotten the job, or the one that followed? ]
[ What if I’d realized that girl at work was hitting on me, and ended up with her instead?  ]
[ What if I’d never left at all? ]

 

It’s this endless, endless cycle..
One in which I’ll drown myself until I can’t tell if it’s spinning or standing still.

. . .. . ..

 

I find it horribly amusing that I have no qualms in my lack of belief in a god,
But this… This is what really gets me.

 

/ / /

 

Sooooo, I *might* be a paid, published, and professional photographer near the end of this year.
And by might, I mean I most definitely am going to be. ::grinsbig::

04.01.12 All thanks to the wonderful E.I. Wong, and this photo of mine that goes so wonderfully with his story. To say I’m excited, is quite an understatement- Which speaks nothing of the motivation I feel from this.

Oh readers, just you wait till the weather breaks…
I’m only just getting started. ::smirks::

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