As the light paints the sky with color,
I know now, that I can never love another.
Not like I loved you,
the winter to my summer,
the guitarist to my drummer,
maple and butter,
sweet lover.
–S.
Maple + Butter.
Tag: sunnysideupish
Swimming to the Surface.
Yearning for someone to hold me,
feeling underwater,
drowning in the lonely.
–S.
Within.
The realization comes to me when I least expect it.
All that I am seeking, I have been holding inside myself.
For goodness, look within.
For love, look within.
For realness, look within.
For wholeness, look within.
When I look within, I find a world beyond my wildest dreams.
–S.
who is Suncica?
Welcome to my little neck of the internet woods!
Who? Hi. I’m Suncica. 33. She/Her. Bosnian-American. Gemini. Dog Mama. Big Sister. Daydreamer. Book Hugger. Wanderer. Tree Lover. Pasta Enthusiast. Beach Admirer. Finder of Beauty in all things. Hopeless Romantic. Deeper than the earth. List Maker. Wannabe Photographer, Poet, and Writer. Rain Adorer. Ceiling Fan on the Highest Setting Police. Painter. Nostalgic. Junk Journalist. Sunset Chaser. Melancholy. Thriller Movie Fan. Soulful. R&B Listener. Cokehead – as in Coca-Cola. Truth Seeker. Retail Manager.
What? Other than helping people, THIS is the only thing I’ve ever been called to do: to write about and photograph the human condition.
When? Then. Here. Now. Until Forever.
Where? Somewhere between memory lane and where the wild things are in Big City, Texas.
Why? Because I always thought that something was wrong and weird about me for feeling and seeing everything so deeply, but I’ve realized that’s how I move through the human experience and who I am at my core. There has always been a sprinkle of melancholy and a dash of beauty in everything for me. Maybe I romanticize things too much because I’ve read hundreds of books, watched too many shows and shouted thousands of song lyrics out of the window of my car, or maybe I’m just determined not to miss anything before I turn back into stardust.
How? I honestly don’t know. I’m filled with so many words that they keep spilling out.
This is for the ones with tangled hair and nostalgic hearts.
Sincerely,
Suncica
The Messy Middle 🖤 