The Crows Own This Place. Ive Seen Them Swarm Upon And Kill A Damned Hawk.

The crows own this place. I’ve seen them swarm upon and kill a damned hawk.

Photos by Raquel Sousa‎

Our view of celestial bodies is objective, they say. But I’ve never seen the same sun twice.

Italian sun is playful and mellow, a hazy girl all dressed in white, dancing in an empty yard. An itching dolce far niente, the dust particles you swallow start to tickle your neck and wake you form inertia.

Cuban light acts  more agressively. At first it captures your legs, like crubs holding you still.  You are its hostage during the daytime, the bright venom turns your blood to seething juice. All that until the sunset. As soon as the first evening  primrose buds, your bood is blood again. Now, boiling. Trying to step out of your bosy and fight.

In Greece, light is white. A cruel colour. No sooth curves or deceiving curls. Only severe lines hitting you, marble and lime. Splitting you in two. The animal and the god. Both end up devoured. The only survivor is phos. 

people whose first instinct is to smile when they make eye contact with you are some of earth’s treasures and need to be protected

This is surreal

self-confidence, i’m realizing, is a lot deeper than just thinking i’m beautiful and being free in who i am. it also includes being confident in my decisions and trusting myself to be committed to the things i want to do. to step outside of my comfort zone and assure myself that i will be okay in doing so. this kind of self-confidence will help me see the success i want to see.