(The photo album) pt.1

-The journal logs of vivid dreams-

The house is made of wood,brick and stone. The nature surrounding it made it all too perfect; a home created by love and memories. Laughter & joy of playful children could be heard from downstairs. I was brought to a table of thick wood, on top were albums & photos of many faces I couldn’t recognize. The intention was not knowing but to feel them. I’ve known this because love was coming from the photos presented neatly in an album. Treasure is kept this way. My center was entirely drawn into them. You’ve placed them in my hand, each photo a told story. Genuine and unfiltered, capturing the moments of love. It was this purpose. I fell in love with this purpose. Sharing the stories of photos with your words, while another listens with his craving heart.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

(Surfing deep) pt.2

-The journal logs of vivid dreams.-

“I’m not ready to dive…” I could only watch from a distance until he disappeared with Danny into the tide. Before then he spoke to me with sincerity “Well! Come back when you are! ” shouting from a distance with their backs turned away. Watching them run brought me back to my younger self, memories of the real me. Wild and untame rebel child. I was never afraid of her for there was always a special connect since the beginning.

I’ve found myself displaced. In front of obstacles I had to face alone. I had to overcome each one to finally reach my skill. I’ve had this dream once so many. Where the water had always seep in to overwhelm me. Challenging me I could only find myself running along the shoreline with the burning sunset saying “I adore you.” rushing back to where I started. The ruin walkway was calling my name.

Dreams are powerful and meaningful. It’s your subconscious speaking to you while you sleep. -Writer J

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋


(surfing deep) pt.1

 -The Journal logs of vivid dreams-

I am running with you towards the broken boardwalk on a beach, My closest friend. It leads us straight into the ocean. Waves crashing like wild fire as if it took conscience of it’s own. Beating underneath the wooden floor. Listening to her movements I knew I loved this place. I felt the sun and ocean in unison, set to please our presence. The wind acknowledged us, ready to get closer. I saw you with your wet suit on, like an animal known to it’s habitat. You were ready to dive with your board.

My blood started to race to see you run towards her on that broken boardwalk the way mother nature has claimed the walkway made it so inviting. It will always be filled with wonder and just as I thought this… The lust starts to settle in… I’ve choked on the overwhelming emotion of love. I can only watch from a distance. Fear of running and diving into her got the best of me. 

Am I ready for her?…

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋