whispers on the wind

well times right now are hard. this town is qwickly growing smaller. sights that used to bring comfort to me, now bring a since of overwhelming clastriphobia. i cant breath in this over populated shipile we call our home town. im craving the open road. the sights, the sounds. i need to get away. ive often feel as if I, (as a person) dont know who i am or who im suposed to be. I can hear my name bing called out down the road. ive heard it for years. ive just never been in the position to follow my voice an see where it is that i am suposed to go. someday soon, i will go. the voice i hear, gental and soft, is gradually beggining in scream an yell in pain. I will find myself, i will awnser the call. i will find who it is, that i am suposed to be.

an ill post all the pictures from along the way! haha

thank you to everybody who has been keeping up with my photography. yall have helped me in so many ways, wether it be critisum, words of advice, or just words of kindness. my insperation derives from you! so thank you!


love&light


p.s. ignore the mispelled words an run on sentences. i just dont care right now haha.

also, if you would like to be featured the first 5 people to ask, got the spot!



--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Friends:

  

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Clubs Ive joined:



--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Featured photographer: