Monday, June 22, 2009

the idea of home

This is my parents house where I lived for 19 years of my life.My moms garden peaks and troughs through the year, giving away her emotional status.There is love and anguish written on every piece of this place, like beautiful scars.I will always be a child here.When I lose my mind in this strange and bewildering place, I can think back to a time when all was innocent and pure.Just heart shaped shutters and love.

No comments:

Post a Comment