Feet on the Ground, Head in the Air

 

I'm a touchy-feely sort of person.

But not in the sense that you usually know.

I touch so that I can feel.

 

It's a little odd.

I almost have to touch and feel to reassure myself that this world is real.

 

 

Sometimes I have this overwhelming feeling that I don't belong here, and I just want to fly away, never return.

 

But then I think of all the people here that I love, and my feet can never leave the ground.

 

And so I stay.

I laugh

I cry

I feel the pain this world has to offer.

 

Meanwhile I do my best to document my life here.

with pictures

with drawings

with paintings

with words

with ideas

 

I love having my eyes opened.

I notice things like sun roasted wrinkles and hair died tangerine orange,

The way people in love act

towards each other

 

So here I am, feet on the ground, head in the air

 

 

here to tell stories

 

miss maren lee