I used to think that being passionate about something was all that you needed to get by. I wish my eyes weren’t open to the fact that this is no longer the truth. Seeing is believing, and I’ve seen that I can’t afford (mentally, financially) to keep living as I do.
If you’re wondering why the title “Faded Tattoos,” it’s because I have a number of tattoos on my arms from a time when I made quick decisions. They’re faded now, like the person I used to be – which is not necessarily a bad thing.
The objects in the mirror are not as close as they appear.
So let them go.
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Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.