you sat alone.
maybe it's three hours of sleep finally coming down like heavy rain clouds upon my eyelids and my shoulders. i am oh so tired. i grow to be more introspective, more caught up in the cracks in the sidewalk.
light is so subtle and beautiful. i filmed fire and ashes and curls of smoke. the boy ryan created a structure of hanging tissue paper boxes surrounded by long strips of more tissue paper. he then proceeded to pour the liquid from glow sticks. rivulets of glowing green streaming down the sides and dripping into puddles on the floor. it was probably the most beautiful thing i've ever seen.