Germany often smells of my childhood
bon fires and pines trees
the wind roars downs from above the tree tops
whisking the leaves across the dirt road like mice scattering
its halloween today
i wondered back country roads photographing sheep and myself
because thats what photographers do right
i can get away with self portraits
especially since im so far from home
i justify it by saying its for my family
i like walking alone with my thoughts
i don't have to please anyone
or entertain them
its just me and my dusty boots, camera in hand
curls whipping around my face as the wind howls
im sitting with my laptop out in the middle of a dirt road
where a trail wonders off into high grass
(bon iver stacks plays)
i don't want to sit inside four walls anymore
the color of white clings to my eyes lids
i prefer the open blue and gentle yellows of the fading leaves
i'd prefer mud on my pants from lying in the nearby field
than carefully trying not to wrinkle my pretty little dress
although i do love dresses
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