this is the night, what it does to you

it is precisely because i have so many stories to tell that i have said nothing at all
(dear iceland, i am sorry i have kept you all to myself. you are so lovely and enchanting and deserve to be shared).

and because there is so much i want to do that i have done nothing at all
(dear words and various cameras and projects floating around in my head… you scare me. what if i don’t live up to your expectations?)

if you only knew how many times i’ve sat down to write or upload photos
and instead have spun myself into a tight cocoon or found ingenious ways to procrastinate
my unrealistic goal of perfection stopping me dead in my tracks, time and again

it is raining tonight. the air itself is liquid
the rain doesn’t wait for the night to be perfect to fall
it does so because it gets too heavy and it has no other choice but to let go
and so. i too am letting go.

“i like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. this is the night, what it does to you. i had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.” – jack kerouac