Photos of everything I find beautiful or interesting.
Photos all by Alisa Sadilek
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a collection of observations
we grow with time
and changes occur
we never stay the same
and while we become
something unknown
our choices make us pay
It strikes me 
that you are so strong
while growing from
rocky surroundings
and yet you find 
the strength to fight
not letting a few
setbacks keep you
dreaming endlessly
the world flows slowly
bubbling with a joy
I’ve never known
glowing in ways unseen
I find myself hoping 
never to wake from 
this perfect dream
and you, know to hold my hand
for without it I can’t stand
on my own two feet. 
It’s not that I’m not strong
merely that I need to hold on
and tether myself to here.
For I, might blow away
or drift across the land
out of an endless wanderlust
so don’t let go of my hand
I’m tired of these faces 
watching me struggle
as I pull myself, up from
these wastelands full of
hatred and still
I can’t seem to get where
I need to and there is
only a tenuous grasp
on a fragile space yet
I struggle still
pulling myself through layers
of lies and locked doors
gathering my strength to open
a new path for me to see
and while I create my own way
I find myself destroying
the very road I came from
without even knowing
the damage that I’ve caused
with the wreckage by desires
that cannot be fulfilled 
venom drips from your lips
discouraging me from speaking
weighing down my every move
I wait cautiously before making
any steps that will proceed
to have my soul stripped from me
by the painful lashing thoughts
that strip me into an empty heart
a loneliness crawls
up from the depths of 
my isolated heart
it branches out
touching all the parts
that I can no longer show
pulling me further down
a million bleeding hearts
left in the wake 
of the seemingly beautiful
only to find
something so rotten at the roots
I cling to the tendrils
of the heartstrings left to me
pulling them farther and farther
dragging them to the depths 
slowly dying within my grasp
blinding me to all I see
for I want to drown in your hands