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art is only art when you pause a bit to consider it. poetry and photography.

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hey

anybody still use this?

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Selenium

I carry in my hands

Forests and selenium 

And the way my hair twists on my fingers

I will pour into

This

Into us

Into you

This is the investment 

Worry makes a bed in my spine

Though numbers look green

I'm not naive enough anymore to believe in the color

I pile my heart at your feet

Behind your back 

On your chest

I pray that you will take care of these pieces

They're all I have left. 

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Faith

When I lose faith in myself

I grab onto words

The piles and collections of letters

Fingers against hot pressed paper

Anything to feel less afraid...

There's a constellation,

In my heart

I keep thinking if I connect all the stars with string

Maybe it'll fix me

But I forgot how to sew...

When you save me I just want to stop staring at the hinges, but

I can't stop focusing on how the screws could fall onto the floor, 

At any second 

I don't feel worthy of what I've been presented with

No matter how hard I've worked

I never seem to 

And you call me an angel and you shower me with things I don't know how to deserve 

Trying to comprehend things about me that even I don't even know how to grasp.

I want to tell you I am an airplane with no pilot

That this territory is uncharted

And I don't understand it either.

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Started actually making work again, and realizing how much I've neglected this... I've found myself worrying about money and how much I don't make for how much I do, because I forgot what art was to me. I will be doing my best to upload this blog, because it was something I was happy to do.

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Here's a work in progress.

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Update

Hi everyone,

After heavy debate, I have opted to delete my ask box on this blog. I apologize to those of you who were using it the way it is supposed to be used... For about 3 or so months, one person in particular has continually confessed love to me, and I'll be honest, it stresses me out. I am not ungrateful for the affection, but the fact that they keep coming on here to confess things to me doesn't seem healthy, and it makes me uncomfortable. They seem to know things about me and my life that makes me think they may know me personally. They told me they know where I live.

I'm unsure if people other than this person have been messaging me on here, but my blog is relatively unactive. Basically I keep assuming its the same person and I'm getting pretty hostile towards anons as of late, because when you're dealing with an anonymous person who won't listen when you say to leave them alone, you assume they aren't leaving you alone. It's pretty scary that someone who seems to personally know me keeps messaging me on here, trying to figure out personal info. At one point they even asked if I was at work, almost as if they would call my employer if I was answering them while on the clock (I wasn't).

Anons have been especially hostile lately, and I'm unsure of it is my fault or not. I know I've been closed off and angry. It mostly comes from a place of fear more than anything else. I have to put myself and my comfort first. I apologize if I've come off as angry, rude, or any other similar adjectives. I'm usually a very calm and positive person. I'd rather not expose a part of myself that is based that much in fear. Thank you for understanding.

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Written in May, (c) transparentdandelion

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Recent work. (C) transparentdandelion

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Here's an old one.

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Words from "sun and her flowers" rupi kaur

Photo by transparentdandelion

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Recent work

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