He was hoping I would define him.
|under the bridge in Perdido Key, FL|
The games we played in our head.
He was never looking for anyone to understand.
maybe he was.
|downtown Meridian, MS|
I stood barefoot in dirt and cried.
got mad at myself for crying.
dropped to my knees.
looked to the ground and said,
I became submissive.
|gumbo by way of toll Orange Beach, AL|
I thought I needed to understand us.
He said, Care less.
It's not that I don't love you.
|Meridian Museum of Art|
It's just that you are always going to be who you are, whoever that is you decide it.
|Mathis Farms. Clarke County, MS|
Now sit back, relax.
Let me look in my bag of goodies.
I think I found it.
|Renee's School of Dance Quitman, MS|
Today I am grateful we are here.
though a day may not turn into what we thought.
we still had it.
|what we started. oh. yeah. that was me. sorry.|