Jan-March

i've been marking my life with my journals since i started writing in them daily which was at the approximate age of 10

today was an end of journal day. the plain black, no lines to hold me down Moleskin that Aly has an identical copy of

on the first page, i wrote myself a letter that reads as follows:

'DEAR KIAGEN,

these are magical times. keep up the vibrancy. fuck it. do what you want. know what you want. the key is always around your neck. remember that.

i love you

''why do opportunities come easily to me?''
''because you are always open'' -A&K'


nothing is really the same since then. nothing is ever the same. i tattooed the most important feeling in the world to me on my chest. i met Erick who is tangible sunshine and neck kisses and more inspirational than he'll ever know. i discovered just how much photography means to me while at the same time learning that photography will never be mine and that's the beauty. i have laughed more in these 3 months than maybe my whole life before that. i found myself a group of weirdos /friends who i love so damn much.

always always always learning. let's see where the next hunk of paper takes me.

love isn't scary.
i promise.

one day, you'll let go of the dam you built
and i'll be there with a kiss for your neck and a cupped hand for the
water.


i'm patient.

touch is better than a vibration of a vocal chord to me

but some like to
scream at the sea