three years from now.
a few years ago, only two or three, I took my picture with my webcam about two times a week. I stopped doing that for no reason, and it might seem self-centered but it is just so interesting to see. yesterday I stumbled across pictures that I first thought were three years old, but they seem to be from spring 2008. however that happened.
no. it simply has to be from the summer of 2007.
I looked at the young girl's face, yesterday, and thought "who are you? your face is so clean like nothing ever happened to you, there's a smell of fresh air around it, and those collarbones, where did you hide them? what happened to your face, it is wide open". I might post pictures to compare, but is that what it feels like to grow up? to get older? you look at your own picture and think THAT'S a photograph my children will look at 15, 20 years from now and scream "MOMISTHATREALLYYOU?"
I captured a lot of important moments with that camera. the time when I was obsessively in love with my tutor. the time when my grandma got cancer (and survived, btw). and that horrible time between the winter of 2007 and spring 2008. I look so tired. a hundred years old, like a light had been switched off. and a few weeks later, the sun shines through my window and I look concerned and sleepy but you see my face waking up. but I would never look that fresh and young and clean and open again. something changed.
I will not continue to simply complain about my life. every week I have to post something particularly beautiful or funny, so that I know that I am only 23 years old and have a face like a baby compared to that other face, three years from now.
so I will find something this week. Sign language class is something that is beautiful and funny at the same time, but the jokes are hard to understand out of context, I would have to show you. but the "your mom"-jokes have become a constant in those lessons, for example.
so, what about now? we are straddling the line between being creative dreamers and wannabes incapable of taking action, as jon said. that will change. Florence sings and in the spring I shed my skin and it will be spring again.
three years from now I will find pictures and think "what the hell happened" and by that time hopefully my face will have opened up again and a lot of good thing will have happened and love will have had a good impact on me.
no. it simply has to be from the summer of 2007.
I looked at the young girl's face, yesterday, and thought "who are you? your face is so clean like nothing ever happened to you, there's a smell of fresh air around it, and those collarbones, where did you hide them? what happened to your face, it is wide open". I might post pictures to compare, but is that what it feels like to grow up? to get older? you look at your own picture and think THAT'S a photograph my children will look at 15, 20 years from now and scream "MOMISTHATREALLYYOU?"
I captured a lot of important moments with that camera. the time when I was obsessively in love with my tutor. the time when my grandma got cancer (and survived, btw). and that horrible time between the winter of 2007 and spring 2008. I look so tired. a hundred years old, like a light had been switched off. and a few weeks later, the sun shines through my window and I look concerned and sleepy but you see my face waking up. but I would never look that fresh and young and clean and open again. something changed.
I will not continue to simply complain about my life. every week I have to post something particularly beautiful or funny, so that I know that I am only 23 years old and have a face like a baby compared to that other face, three years from now.
so I will find something this week. Sign language class is something that is beautiful and funny at the same time, but the jokes are hard to understand out of context, I would have to show you. but the "your mom"-jokes have become a constant in those lessons, for example.
so, what about now? we are straddling the line between being creative dreamers and wannabes incapable of taking action, as jon said. that will change. Florence sings and in the spring I shed my skin and it will be spring again.
three years from now I will find pictures and think "what the hell happened" and by that time hopefully my face will have opened up again and a lot of good thing will have happened and love will have had a good impact on me.
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