Who am I? I’m just another aspiring photographer, writer, and artist, who also happens to be a full-time university student. I’m that person wandering down the street not watching where they’re going because they’re writing a poem in their head. I’m that person taking pictures of everything at the table next to you in the coffee shop because the light is so amazing. I’m that person who stares at you without realizing it because they’re thinking about what technique they would use to draw your hat. But I’m also that person who sits next to you in school trying to get an A in science. I shop in the stores with you. I work with you. I file taxes every April just like you. Sometimes I’m more that person than the first one. After all, stores don’t accept photographs as payment. So, I began this blog as my commitment to spend more time on my art, not just the art I'm required to create for school. I committed that at least once a week, I will give you a look through my eyes: it might be serious; it might be funny. It might be through writing, photography, or some other art form. That's not really the important part to me: the idea was really just this: Now that I'm committed to do this, I actually have to take the time to capture how the world looks to me, and that hopefully, while I’m capturing these views, I’ll get better and better at it. I think that the world looks different through my eyes, feels different under my fingertips, and sounds different in my words than it does in yours. This is mine. I probably don’t capture it the best way; I just capture it in my own little way. Enjoy.

 

I tried to turn, go backwards

Tried to change the choice I’d made

But my fingertips hit brick

And I’ll have to stay this way

That second changed the future

Now I cannot change the past

A clock cannot run backwards

However we might ask 

I wish the road ran two ways

Wish to turn around to live

I cannot even stop and rest

Must use the time I have

I turn behind and shudder

A road full of mistakes

But as I reach to fix them

I see I’m far too late

I keep on staring backward

Don’t see the road ahead

Till I realize what I’m causing:

More harm that what I fled 

I focus my eyes forward

Stop staring at my tracks

And I pray to God and beg Him

Please just give the strength I lack

On People and Life

Why do you all look so sad?
Life is big
And beautiful
And a little scary
But not that bad
Why are your faces bored?
Life is fast
An adventure
With a good God
And much in store
-C.H.

Sometimes when someone says less, you listen more.
This little poem just came to me today when I was at my computer, and I was in a frantic frenzy to pull up a program, any program that I could write it down in so I wouldn’t lose it! I finally got something up, documented it, and drew a big sigh of relief. 
I thought I would share it here, and see if anyone feels the same way?
I rarely read a long poem
My mind grows far too restless
So give me just a few words
And make them twice as precious
-C. H. 

Sometimes when someone says less, you listen more.

This little poem just came to me today when I was at my computer, and I was in a frantic frenzy to pull up a program, any program that I could write it down in so I wouldn’t lose it! I finally got something up, documented it, and drew a big sigh of relief.

I thought I would share it here, and see if anyone feels the same way?

I rarely read a long poem

My mind grows far too restless

So give me just a few words

And make them twice as precious

-C. H.