imagine the tip of an iceberg.

that tip of an iceberg would be a speck

of a microcell

of a piece of dust

on a piece of fuzz

on a needle

in a neverending haystack

that I just spent eleven days learning.

un

fathomable.

I find myself lost.

what a lovely paradox to be.

I have been in Italy for six days and a few hours.

It smells sweeter here.

and the people are more beautiful.

and the language is unfathomable.

eleesabetta

there is nothing.

that isn't beautiful in this country.

ill stowaway here.

took a photo of a man on a bicycle.

this place has stolen my heart.

its exhausting living in wonderland while everyone else is in the real world.

pass the sugar please.

its so humid lately.

my thoughts have been heavy.

I feel big things coming, and changing, and evolving, and dissolving.

I keep tieing my heart strings into knots.

into nots.

My first batch from my zenit.

how this summer feels.

how the grass whisps.

this instrument is successfully capturing how things have been for me.

and to think.

its only my first try with this camera.

soon.

my spirits been itchy.

Both of my cameras have sand in them.

that's alright.

The sea is gray today from where I sit. It gets bluer the closer it gets to the sky; they meet out there somewhere where my eyes fail me, I swear by it.

Last night we went for a walk on the beach, without anyone or anything, not even noise, or light.

the moon was almost full, I'm hoping for tonights walk it will be.

the tides will be stronger.

this sea has a heartbeat.

everything was silver and indigo.

we sang to each other

we whispered

we danced by the moon.

somewhere

beyond the sea

somewhere waiting for me

my lover stands on golden sands

and watches the ships go sailing.

I have never loved anyone so much.

I dont want to leave this place.