Because not everything needs a Caption In that moment standing there on that cloudy Saturday morning I felt all that I needed to feel, and more. Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by Gabriela A Tejada
Tag: spring
Hyperthermia
I’m scared to fall in love again. I’m terrified of free falling into the red abyss of vulnerability and acceptance. The thought of allowing you in while I’m still trying to see through my cracked heart hurts prematurely maybe it will never hurt but the phantom-like waves of drowning wash over me as my body…
Pray
We become so jaded in life so used to being hurt that anything else is terrifying. We write every interaction off because we think everyone is the same without understanding that, that then means we are too. As cliché as it sounds, everything happens for a reason. We meet people for a reason. We live…
Silver and Gold
The silver sky is tranquil as it prepares to open up its soul and bless the many grounds and lands with natures food. Slowly, drip by drip drops of honeysuckle like rain fall out of its mouth and into the waiting arms of the patient trees and sleeping willows. Each drop filling in the faint…
The Being
Little situations alter it all, the moods the feeling  the thoughts the being.  from sunrise to moonlight, dimming rays and lessening shades of two-tone emotional extortion on the off railed tracks of the one-way train with the two-way cart to the unknown route. destination? seeping blue sea filled with silence. filled to the brim till…
Warmth
As the Sun warmed her skin and the spring wind danced around her She smiled, the Sun shines just a tiny bit brighter Now. Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me, unless stated otherwise.
The Ocean
Hurt People Hurt Others. Mending People Stop To Try To Understand. Whole People Smile At The World And Appreciate The Rotations Of The Everyday Motions. Some People Look At The Life Of A Wave As A It Crashes Against The Sandy Shores Of Coarse Reality As Disappointing. “Realistic” They’d Say. “Beautiful.”  She’d Say. The Unpredictability And Spontaneity…
