A curator of stories in visual form currently living in NYC.

words

They say a picture is worth a thousand words— this is where I word vomit all one thousand of those words… and then some.

for travis

It’s officially been 6 years since we shared McDonalds cheeseburgers, drank chocolate milk, stayed up late to work on our bucket lists, and laughed until we cried. I finally finished writing the words I wished I would have spoken to you then.

for travis and others

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what happened?

to the days when we used to reflect the rainbow lights that shined from other’s faces when we shared about the things we loved

when did the day come?

when we opened our eyes and no longer could find the brilliance that shone so brightly before and left us captivated in absolute awe

can you tell?

that the light has left and the greyscale has clouded your vision

have you ever?

wondered if someone still sees the light on and in you when you can’t seem to find it for yourself

can you remember?

what it felt like to see the lights and to feel it embrace you like a quiet whisper that stirred you to the core

when was the last time?

you tried to make that spark come to life even though it felt impossible

can you try?

to hope for the days when you will feel that warmth within you again

will you share?

share your pain, hurt, frustration, joys, small victories, anything you are feeling or are trying to feel with someone, anyone, around you

do you know?

there are people that live to bring light to dark places and to help those that have been blinded see it once again

would you mind?

asking for help, being honest with yourself and others, letting yourself be vulnerable just one more time if only at the cost of hopefully gaining your light back

i understand.

the worry that must strangle you at the thought of opening up the darkest place within you and letting someone else peek around inside

it’s worth the risk to open up your heart.

a closed room without light inside can only receive the light back within itself if you crack the door open

so use that strength you don’t think you possess, but i know you still have it within you, to push that door back open again

through this journey, i hope you know

there is someone out there that has been where you’ve been and is willing to go back to where you are, to pull you out and bring you to where you belong

——

may you find healing in the sharing of your sorrows.

may you find joy in the releasing of your darkness.

may you find sight in the opening of your eyes.

Chazlyn O'Bannon