::alive::

Sometimes, you murmur that we just need to survive.

Instead, I’m screaming that we need to thrive.

::pleasure?::

The fault is mine.

And the pleasure isn’t.

I’m sorry I’ll always remain imperfect.

::feathered::

Have those of a feather separated?  Parted?  Gone their own ways?

I guess it’s inevitable.

|| Eye Spy [or] Dragons?

I have an obsession with unusual eyes, I guess.

[First] Photo Journalism [Attempt]

We’re going over PhotoJ in class.  It’s so much harder then I thought it’d be, but it’s pretty fun as well.  I decided to make my brother practicing his guitar the subject.

I think I like the results, though I did cringe when I had to massively bump up the ISO. : /