Lately.. I feel lost. Visually, I picture a young Nina. Maybe 16, and wandering. Wandering meadows, and coming to streams. I want to pass and move forward but I can’t. I am still stuck here, in this adolescent in between. Just because the contents of my life have become more evolved and complicated, doesn’t mean I’ve grown any. I am still just a little girl trying to figure out where to meet the woman in me. This is really shattering, ya know? I am not sure what it is I am holding onto so tightly, but I’m desperate. I feel desperate. I would give anything to feel spontaneous, free. My mind needs to be alone for awhile. I want to live inside my thoughts until I can come to grips with myself. Who am I now? I am tangled and in between. I should pay this time respect, for at the end I will be grown.
This picture is of Brady and I at bath time, I love the woman I become when he is next to me.