Contemplated on whether or not I should write about this in my blog or not. Wondered if this was too personal or appropriate, maybe my blog is just about posting Epic pictures. But Since I want to be able to recall my journey as photographer and of my life then I think this blog should be a journal as a whole.
Yesterday at 5:28 pm, Brittany got on a plane back to Oahu, This time not just for the holidays, but for good.
With her footsteps onto the plane echoing the loss of a GREAT friend, my photo assistant, and Lover whom I was certain life had sent me to be with for life.
The echos of these footprints sent a dark cloud of locust over my soul, as I read the text of her boarding all hope of a movie ending where slashed, Instead I felt the locust devouring my joy, my hope, my desires for life. What was left was a hollow bag of bones.
As I am left with a siberian to take care of, I feel its a requirement for him to have exercise before I leave for my 13-14 hour day at school. So this means that this qtr, my day starts at 4 am. My night was sleepless, I remember checking my clock at 1205 before I fell asleep. During the night in my sleep I ran my hands down an empty bed, Which woke me up, The time: 2:13 am.
In 5 minutes I will run to the ferry to start my daily commute of the winter session, and honestly I am worried about where it will take me.