My friend was inspired to write a poem after seeing this photo:
She visited New Orleans this past month. We drove to Lake Pontchartrain, and sat there for a while contemplating about our fast-moving day. I forgot how much I needed to slow down. Biking has made me a hopper, moving through moments without settling down to think about them. Suffice to say I miss being a walker. Staring out at the water, I thought: there is love and sadness in that lake. It’s almost like it’s saying, you are no one to the sea. That’s how I feel when I’m floating over an endless body of water.
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I see the vastness of the world,
Like the sea,
it’s unrestrained and always moving
while keeping still and quietly examining
everything and everyone.
I am just another vibe.
The girl without a face.
“A girl has no name.”
And yet I still exist!
By Kit Kats.
Portrait of June 