as deep as lines.

She reached around to grab the house key out her purse, her face turning to profile. The sun was hot, and I glanced back to hurry her along. Her mouth was twisted that quirky way that it always is when she's concentrating. My eyes narrowed for a blink, what was wrong with her face? I studied her for the moment she was turned away from me. The cute dimples creases at the edges of her mouth were now deep set lines. I felt like I hadn't noticed until that particular moment. How had I been missing such a change?





In the space of a second, I saw the sorrows of over a decade of secrets in it's physical manifestation. She was still beautiful, but those subtle lines told the tales that she has yet to.





I don't know if she'll ever heal completely, or if the bruised and broken parts have already closed up over crooked bones.

Godspeed

So here's the first video blog. Sorry, (film student) I couldn't resist making some cuts, sloppy at best, but there it is. Haha. After I first watched the playback, I hated it and I didn't want anyone to see, but I'm putting it out there anyway. I want to be out of my comfort zone more than I am. I think it will make me stronger...I hope.

I also hope that no one sees this as an attack on my sister, I love her and one of the reasons I started this blog is to release some of my own anger and resentment toward her, in another direction, maybe some of the fighting will stop. This one seems a little boring to me, and really emptional, hopefully they'll brighten up soon. I do have a few funny stories about her...Hmm.

Buenas noches everyone.