Taken on T500 35mm black and white film
I feel like everyone is so desperate to label everything; to identify themselves and everything with something. Their style, aesthetic, music, race, etc.
So why can’t things just be?
Why can’t we just exist as individuals and not feel the need to be part of the masses?
Just be you.
You’re allowed to change. You’re allowed to like acoustic music but also like rap.
Never put yourself in a box. Break the glass, pop your bubble, talk to strange people wildly different then you.
Be mindful of yourself; it’s far too easy to get stuck in a predictability.
way back in january when the weather was dreary,
our minds went to places that were all but cheery.
“New year, new beginnings.”
what i lie that was.
november passed its burdens on, as did december.
Those were not the nights to remember, no,
for we were all but well, way back in january.