It pays to be obvious, especially if you have a reputation for subtlety.


I watch the afternoon sun work its way down and by the time it’s taken on a brighter orange, almost red colour, I start walking again.
I continue to walk, first towards the east and then south.

I really just walk without any place in mind and it’s mostly my legs that do the walking.
What I mean is, my mind is only following along, not thinking about anything in particular.
I know it’s not on purpose and I have no idea how I managed to walk over here without even realizing it,
but as I look up I’m standing right in front of a block that represents a huge chunk of my life.

Images of cars, stop signs, bricks, terrace houses and crosswalks are embedded somewhere in my memory, and deep inside my spine I feel them wiggle.
I keep walking, and the closer I get the more they wiggle loose and come back to me, one by one.

Every day for many years I walked these streets;
I grew older with them, just like the trees lining the sidewalk.
I don’t think I’m making it up, but then again,
I can’t see how it’s possible to remember something like that.

I look at the cracks in the sidewalk, and it could be that they are just ordinary cracks,
but as I step over them I can almost swear they make sense to me.


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Was taken on the same day as the red dress shoot.
Of the whole lot, this is one of the my least favourite.
From the angle, my body just looks weird.
But, I really felt Roger (photographer) managed to capture my whole face structure very very well.
Good job on that.

Im just glad I remembered to shave my underarms.
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA oh my goddddd.
I should really start thinking what is okay to share in my blog and what isn't and stop blabbering superfluous things all the time.




I miss Dina!
:(



xoxo.

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Ello, the name’s Sherena.
I’m Nineteen this year & am lovin’ it.
I’m a Cancerian.
Imma bookworm.
I close ranks in suspicion & coldness toward outsiders.
That doesn’t mean I’m unsociable, just that for me, there is a time to socialize and a time to be solitary.
I’m appreciative of art and literature, and especially of drama, where the spectacle and ebb and flow of action and feeling particularly excite me.
I have a retentive memory, particularly for emotionally laden events which I can still recall in detail for years afterwards.
I’m too easily influenced by those I love and admire, & can be swayed by the emotion of the moment.

I am never one to patiently pick up
already broken fragments & glue em back together again
& tell myself that everything would be as good as new.
What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it
as it was at it's very best than try to mend it
& see the broken pieces as long as I lived.

Love is what all of us are born with.
Fear is what we learn throughout the years.
I believe that the spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear & prejudices
& the acceptance of pure love back in our hearts.
Love is truly the essential reality and our purpose in life.

And to be consciously aware of it,
to really take the risk,
give our all and experience love in ourselves & others,
is the real meaning of life.

Meaning does not lie in things.
Meaning lies in us.