If it comes, let it. if it goes, let it.
I have lived many lives, and been so many people. How lucky am I? I’ve both mourned and rejoiced my changing of seasons. Knowing that the past will always be the past and the future is unseeable is a double edged sword. I’ve clung on for dear life to old versions and run blindly towards whatever is different and new. Sometimes forcing myself to bloom before I’m ready. The thing that remains the same, and something that took a whole lotta lives to figure out, is that it’ll be ok. I can rely on myself enough to figure it out. It might take longer than I’d like, but so far I haven’t failed me.
Thinking of the evolving self as I’m in a new era of me. A little quieter, maybe too adventurous at times, not so much alone but lonely, stronger physically/mentally/emotionally than I’ve ever been before, ravenous to push myself to new limits, listening closer to my needs/wants/boundaries and finding it easier to communicate them. And at some point, when I’m in a different lifetime, I’ll look back on this post and have a good laugh. One thing I can count on though, there will certainly be a camera in hand then.
The number
of hours
we have
together is
actually not
so large.
Please linger
near the
door uncomfortably
instead of
just leaving.
Please forget
your scarf
in my
life and
come back
later for
it.
Mikko Harvey
2019 picture of a 2006 self portrait. House of 1,000 dreams, Rogers Park, IL.
Velcro shoes + Fisher Price point & shoot. It helps if you smile too. Likely 1991.
The apt across from the Dill. 2019 Pre Pandemic Summer. Couldn’t pay me to go back to this era.
