Picture Creep: Native.
I’ve been reading a lot of Native American poetry for a Poetry class, and I’m becoming more and more fascinated by who they are, and just how deep their roots run. It’s the wild freedom that intrigues me; the clean naturalness of winds, of water, of forests. I’m forever wanting more, forever running my fingertips over the smoothness of the balance I perceive. I taste unbending pride in the words, the acrid tang of smoke and a knowledge that runs as far back as any of us can postulate. With every piece I read, I grow younger and younger, and, in a way, they are awakening something inside me I don’t remember having before.
picture sources: livejournal, lookbook, & polyvore.
