impatience. as if my voice was unbearable.
a tone. that differs when spoken to me.
annoyance with me.
joy with others.
am i indifferent?

dampening my spirit.
dimming my light.
a joyful day.
a sorrowful night.
lacking luster.

am i to you not what you are to me ?

lifting me to the highest grounds
achieved with the greatest of ease.
as with banishing me to the darkest depths of hell.

who am i to you.

where am i headed to? my path is set in front of me. yet why do i feel lost?
see all that surrounds me. inadequate like a fish out of water. I cannot match up to my surrounding. am i truly just re-enforcing my lack of productivity as a term of self-discovery and learning? why do i yearn to join the rat race i so desperately struggled to escape? i took pride in my idiosyncrasy. yet now i feel a need to conform to the norm i so despise. this half assed life i have now is shaking me to my very core. a path curved and uneven. that is what i chose. with no clear destination. why do i envy a straight and boring path that leads me to where i don't want to be? do i really know what i want. or is the degree of my uncertainty blinding the vision of my final destination?

took this shot in chinatown. was initially an uninteresting shot, but changing it to a more bronze tone and creating a HDR with it totally changes it.

it gives me a great feel. how the old man valiantly preserves his trade. where so little cobblers are left. showing how little people value their belongings now. choosing to discard a shoe when it spoils. rather then to get it fixed.