I think about someday owning this dog everyday. I can’t even express to you how much it means to me.
Cayla. Cayla, with a C. I want to get back into photography. So, most of the photos you see here are mine. I want to start doing more things that make me happy. Here is a perfect place to create an image of what I want my life to be like.
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Each Day I Breathe
Each Day I Breathe
There’s not enough time
Sometimes I feel like I’m a goldfish. Orange, with big curious eyes looking out at the world behind the eyes of a small glass bowl.
I’m tired of swimming, in circles. A seemingly endless pattern of twists and turns, and somehow I always end up where I started. Far away from anything new, or remotely interesting. Maybe I’ll just leap. If I just leap I could get out of here, this fish bowl. Yet, I know if I escape, I’ll land face first on the hard, white ceramic countertop. Flapping. Gasping for air and yearning to be back where I’m safe, and comfortable.
I know it’s too late. Too late now that I’m face first on the countertop. It’s cold, and harsh. It has no sympathy for my mistake. It only wishes to be rid of me so it can regain it’s glossy perfection.
My fishbowl, my perfect fishbowl. I’ve taken you for granted. You’ve wrapped me up in you, and sometimes I think about what it might be like on the other side, the outside. The water is placid and I slowly breathe in and out.
