Fiora

(Left to Right: Me, Paul, Jack)

Fiora was a girl that I met when I went camping a few years back. She was a just a girl with brown curls, and a face that could shock you in two ways. Quite plain really.. but she was nice. I liked her. I wouldn't say that I was in love because I probably wasn't anything to her and she wasn't very interesting. But she definitely was a perfect picture. Happiness and composure were the things that struck out about her to me. None of which I had. I was young and the sand was cold and wet, and it didn't rain mostly. This trip is abit vague in my memory because I stayed at the same camping spot numerous times consecutively throughout the last 3 years of my high school days. Most times with my odd friends Paul and Jack.

Its hard to point out the insignificant things in my life because most of them I forgot about or are too small to really hold onto. I wish I did though. That is what Fiora stands for: The little gaps in my memory for the things that I really appreciated in my past. Visual moments. As I grow older it feels as though I need to hold onto something. Like a thin line that everbody is racing for and I need to keep swimming to keep up with them. Distractions.. Oh well.