Words fail me. They always had. Our feelings are so elusive, complex, and sometimes contradictory that no versions of content, anxious, or melancholy could really pinpoint it.
Conveying exactly how I feel is a challenging task. So much gets lost in the translation between feelings and words. I wish I can tell you how I really feel, but those words may never exist. Language is tenuous the minute you move beyond the material and the physical. In terms of conveying mood and feeling, language is but a bundle of loose, unspecific concepts that we shoot out hoping that the recipient can adequately piece out some kind of meaning.
I wonder if photography is able to better communicate this part of the human experience; this grey area in language. Maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it does. I can’t stop trying anyway. I can’t stop seeing the brilliant and delicate ways that light illuminates the world, even the darkest of darks.