I'm so frustrated. I want to do a 52 project. I do so badly. But, I also want to just upload more pictures as well. Everyday. And I don't know how long it would go. I'm so confused at this moment.
I'm crawling under my dad's truck, keeping one leg cold on the rocky cement. I'm noticing the specks of dust and the animal's tracks around me.
The wind blows, and I hear her breathing. She's finally awake, and so am I.
As I crawled under my dad's truck, I noticed I was alone. That feeling, that moment, was okay though.
The wind continues to blow, and the moon keeps me warm. In this long distance I will travel, I know that this is home.
I continue to stare around me, the rust is covered all over me now.
I'm crawling into places just to find my happiness.
And that's okay, though.