Newest
Goodbye My BrotherMy father’s grip on my shoulder is tense but well placed. His hand reminds me of Atlas as he tries his best to lift the burden of my pain upon his own shoulders. Like it were his punishment and his weight to bear, but he does his best to shield me, his son, from the loss of his best friend. I love him, and I’m grateful for his effort but nothing can take away from this emptiness that eats away at me; it’s like a leech slowly draining me. I rest my hand on my father’s and try to reassure him I’m okay. His strong hand makes me think how small and weak mine are. I wonder if I would ever grow to be as big and strong as hiGoodbye My Brother
by ~cameracait
Random Favourites
Journal
No journal entries yet.
deviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
- Current Residence: san marvelous, tejas
- Interests: photography, music, movies, independent things, politics, my macbook pro..
- Favourite movie: almost famous
- Favourite band or musician: daphne loves derby
- Favourite genre of music: indie, emo, alternative, whatever sounds good.
- Favourite artist: andy warhol, monet, renoir, degas
- Favourite poet or writer: hmm...
- Favourite photographer: me! my parents, richard avedon
- Operating System: mac, baby.
- MP3 player of choice: iTunes
- Personal Quote: "wherever you go, there you are."
- Tools of the Trade: for now.. nikon cool pix E9000, hopefully either a nikon D70 or a rebel xti
deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
---
I try to see this new light,
but it is so damn bright
--
Beyond the River of the Blessed, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Avalon. Our swords were shattered in our hands and we hung our shields on the oak tree. The silver towers were fallen, into a sea of blood. How many miles to Avalon?
--
Narien.
--
* Carpe Diem ! *
--
Previous Page12Next Page