📷: @baez.joe .
The Last 24 series
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At times, I wished certain parts of me were a different color, a lighter shade, especially my eyes. But I've gotten used to their darkness. Like an Icelandic winter, there is more time for the stars to glisten and the moon to shine. Watch me dance in the lights, old sport
📷: @baez.joe .
The Last 24 series
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Age is such a silly thing. I often wonder if the body notices. I only notice when my wrists give out. I used to dislike things about my body. But when I feel this way, I try to focus on the things I do like. It's a silly thing. Like feeling fat when you know you're not. Like wishing you were more lean in some areas while wishing you had more in others. Feeling embarrassed or insecure. I think I force myself to do things that I'm nervous about. Things I fear. Like going down a slope that scares me while mountain biking, breaking a pedal with my thigh, and not caring. I think I still have the scar. The thing is, my scars tell stories, sometimes more profound than my tattoos. Or make me remember a time after all these years. Old sport. Here we go
Some mornings I try to imitate
bird calls just so I finally get out
of the bird nest I’ve made in bed.
The espresso machine screams,
as a quiet train horn,
reminding me that we all
have places to go.
And thinking I left behind a garment.
And wondering if I'll get it back.
The feeling of your crush confessing,
bringing you a pizza with bacon jam.
And asking if I’ll ever be back to the small village
near the Amalfi coast. Or if I'll just keep moving,
only having photographs to look back on.
No one waiting for me,
welcoming me with a cactus, blooming
with tiny orange flowers,
persisting a stranger in every city I go.
Until there's a flood in the desert.
Or I'm covered in snow,
needing to warm up my hands,
with some hot chocolate covered lips.
And the smell of cinnamon under some mistletoe in the middle of spring .
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filmed and written by me
