and love dares you to care
for the people on the edge of the night.

what we love alters us in some way. sometimes even in a bad way. when i saw an ambulance driving away from an accident site, what i love kicked in and i realized it in a horrible way. i realized that what i thought first of, wasn’t if whoever was in that accident survived. i first thought if i could get a picture and make a story out of it. sometimes i wonder if stopped caring for those i love at some point. i have to stop seeing stories and start seeing people yet again. even if that won’t make the best journalist in the world, i have to stop. stop because it’s the people that count at the end of our days, not the stories.

i believe.