Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo I did not say when I would leave. I just said that you are paving the road for me. It's a simple thing. Maybe it is not, as people often say stupid things, out of spite, hurt, fear, pure ego. I don't know where I fit in, but I think a lot. I reflect and analyze. You and your words. Perhaps all of you. The effect your essence may have on me by your absence. It is a sign of wisdom to be able to discern the depths of silly things, people, the selves that make a day complete. I am but a character, seeking to be complete in an imperfect world. I am here, pretending to be decisive, headstrong, resolute, passionate, robust and full of flair. I am here, standing, listening to the nuances of your breathing. I am here, waiting....waiting for the continual dream that is life with you. --------
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salopalo Pray for me, for the world often does not seem round. I do have moments of strange lucidity. Sanity is a funny thing. I have chosen to walk off the excess thoughts and travails within me. I measure each step. I count the many things I want to do and accomplish each day. I really want to conform. I look at the time, but often lose conception of the relevance of things. I smile at those who easily smile at me. I want to discern exactly what good they see in me. I walk past things, people, circumstances and wonder whether I am really traveling in the same world as theirs. I stop, I breathe. I want to feel the cold penetrate the bottom of my lungs. I want to dissolve in a spreading sea of mist. I want to see the end of the road but
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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo There will be other days like this, when the water in the distance makes me dream of things that could have been. I will look at the horizon and perhaps silently weep at the time and effort that you took from me. And yet, I know the descent into ennui will make a bigger dreamer of me. I wave with the thoughts in my mind. Is there a softer place. Is there even a right to be. I breathe and know it is a wonder just to be. I will embrace you in thought, into my eternity. ------------------|------------------|
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This is my edit of a great shot by my Collabstream sis, @sharita_miranda_ie
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salopalo I come here, to be free. I am a combustible mess at times, especially when living in the abstract. It is here, by the sea, with the breeze, that I fathom I am the ruler of my world. I feel the delusion as fact. I am on a continuous high. My body is too small to receive and grasp the full effect of this greater peace. I feel and unfeel. I let the air tell me how to be. No one holds the answer. No one embodies perfection. But those are just silly things here. There is this thing, a static elevation. You would not venture to find it with a purpose. You just have to unwind. You have to genuinely want to be set, as birds, really free. It is mystical. It is but part of a thought. It is not what you may think it, in a fast world, to be. -----------------------
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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo You may never know or realize that this is about you, friend. Our interchange was in the swath of one, which is minimal, almost negligible. We never had an ample understanding as you asked about time and numbers. And yet, by what you say and write, I know you to be better than quantities. Words to the soul is what I see concern you, which makes me have peace in knowing why I never uttered more to you. I see in your eyes, at a distance, a moment of reflection, of inner peace. You reference the importance of friendship in sorority. It is really that which I offered, as I saw beyond your outer glory. I smile countering a tear, for a loss, for an idea, for a continuing, impossible yet imposing dream. I speak to you despite the numbers. ------------------------------------------------------ This is my alternate edit of another great shot by my Collabstream sis, @_brooklyndragonfli_ 5d

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salopalo You may never know or realize that this is about you, friend. Our interchange was in the swath of one, which is minimal, almost negligible. We never had an ample understanding as you asked about time and numbers. And yet, by what you say and write, I know you to be better than quantities. Words to the soul is what I see concern you, which makes me have peace in knowing why I never uttered more to you. I see in your eyes, at a distance, a moment of reflection, of inner peace. You reference the importance of friendship in sorority. It is really that which I offered, as I saw beyond your outer glory. I smile countering a tear, for a loss, for an idea, for a continuing, impossible yet imposing dream. I speak to you despite the numbers. ------------------------------------------------------ This is my edit of another great shot by my Collabstream sis, @_brooklyndragonfli_ 5d

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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo It is here that I turn, into myself or back to the world. I have seen my innocence. I have lived with others' eyes. I am not particular about material,petty wants. I do want greater heights. Serenity is the biggest peak. Learning of my soul is the highest purpose. I am immersed in living kindness. I question everything for everyone. I am economical in thought and deed. There is a way. I hope that my steps go in the direction of calming light. I know this is a point for me. It may seldom come again. It may pass unperceived by one's neighbors. I turn and commit myself. ---------------------- My edit for @fx_hdr Freestyle edit challenge. Original photo by my Collabstream sis, @hormigasan
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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo It is a time and a process that I conceal. I shed the visible tears but hold on to much more than means. In these unnoticed trodden steps lie the unanswered questions of my soul. I am to you lucid calm in my sorrow, but die and die again from seeking to recapture moments I have missed. Words come back to me in a void. They signify things right from the edges of my past. I live a life and live for multiples. I am human but think in matters that go beyond the ken for the people that I pass. I reach out but my voice is muted. I yell but my essence is diminished. I am an entity and a force and my troubles are not the yearnings that run across a lifetime here and of earth. I weep but seek redemption for another. I am here to run my thinking course. I think of you and delude myself in a conversation for all ages. ------•------•------•
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salopalo I am the lonely man. I am the dreamer. I am this, that, whatever you choose me to be. And yet, I stand, affected only...only by the things that are of me. I am searching, along a traditional but mysterious road. It needn't concern you beyond the distance and a certain appreciation. I need not fit well with the smoothness of your world. One's at best when learning one's own road. I do not care to see beyond, nor would I presuppose to stumble on another's.
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salopalo Will we remember this fifty years from now. I think I will still like the sky like this. I will also like cotton candy. And the balloon. Why wouldn't we. We are children and will stay that way if we are to live to the fullest. We are innocent. If we lose that, we'd lose the joy of living. It's no fun if you think you've seen it all. It's not worth it if you've seen everything. Our eyes are young, and our vision is always new. We will grow up, not down with the world.
We will draw this, so we may remember the moment. I can use even brighter colors. We can be like those birds, free. I bet you they are talking about us, how we are caged up like this. They are pretty. They don't know how much so. We are caged, but we see as much as they.
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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo It is the place where your smile met my extravagance. I could hardly know, in a coincidental run, that I'd end up with my heart racing against all my better sense. I had walked past the grass many times. I had caressed the leaves often. I had seen children playing for years. I had heard many laughs of innocence. But your gaze planted a sweet rainbow in my breath. You made me see the symphony of all. The steps I take have never been quite the same. My heart's fully awake. I see the colors. I see the splendor that is you. ------•------
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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo I am not your background. I am your living stance. In me you see flashes of your soul and where you want to be. I am all coy, shy, reticent, demur, submissive, until I want to be. Then you and your senses learn the addictive language of my ways. I am yours and you are the one, the elegant slave to me. You see me for a fraction and grow into me. I swipe a tear every time we touch because we play out our emotive destiny having stolen each other for a day. I have you in my thoughts and in my flesh, yet I cannot make you in truth real or earthly mine. I have a greatest deal of you, and I own your attention until the end. Atrocious seems the distance between our daily existence. I am here, alive. I am your living compass. I am not a page in your life. I am your insistence for a higher, faster pace. I am not a background. You are. You are....my living, breathing being. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•
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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo There, beyond, is all that my love knew how to be. It was intact, serene, noble for your presence. I am in a void, always seeking to find the answers to your heart. It was perhaps something in nature and not me. I will perhaps never know, nor will I grasp intelligently. I am wandering not unhappy, for all happenings create lines. Often it is the rambling that makes one mad. I am in a mild quandary, as expected. I look out, at the calming sea. The flowers now remind me of you. I wander if you, out there, are settled in tranquility. -----------...
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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo Come with me, to our eternity. You and I walk at a comparable pace. Our love is facile, without pretensions. Our life is simple, without reflections. Come away with me, as this is a linear journey. May it stay so, for all our efforts. We are kind because we choose not the bubbles of existence. Grace and spirit will always guide us. I am with you, one in humility. Take me inside, as I have the noblest of you. Let our smile always glow within us. Nothing - not the water, the air, the points of human extinction - be the end of our path. Stroll with me, in practice to a better existence. ~~~~~
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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo I have not yet risen for you do not fully believe in me. I am what I am and you discover me in your smile, in the sigh you give yourself as you finally lay to rest. You do not perceive me as an entity, you are just too full of your daily travails to notice the galvanizing need. I am within reach, and yet all elusive on account of pretentious barriers and convenient barricades. I am what I am, and I do not distinguish between those in my need. I am what I am and in situs truly visible to you in your nakedness. A step towards me may seem a swath against self-love. A glance in my direction always seems to make you conscious of insignificance. Reach out your hand for me, into a fog, into a space of empathy. ||||| This is my edit of a great shot by my Collabstream bro, @moj_azoz ||||| 2w

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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo While fancifully attaching words to the seeming melancholy of your eyes, the intervening light transformed me. I thought I did not know you, for you always appear to me as a spirit in the night. And yet, by that warm, mysterious light, I felt an epoch had just past us, and made silly our acquaintance. We exchange laughs, you and I. We also share the demons of our making. Ours are indeed kindred, passive, yet restless souls to carry. In your unhappiness please forgive to see a glow, no less hurtful for its clarifying touch. It is but a whisper for your captivating eyes, to let the light shine and discern all the beauty in its path. In the midst, hard as it may appear to find, you will find the soft thought of the warm reflection that is you. ~~~~~
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Hudson Humberto Salo D.
salopalo Football is a matter of life and death, except more important. ~~~ Bill Shankly (May the best team win...) 2w

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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo I am a riddle. I am the circular man. I am chasing an elusive dream. Everything is here, intertwined. I am also here and I go around, chasing circles. I want to know you, so much more of you. And yet, I see the circles in me, in my mind. I do not want to create epicycles, of paper, of thread, of water, of wind. I want to know you, the least bit of you. I want to know that you are as beautiful as I picture you. I want to wave a magic wand and make your life complete. It is not about me. It is a circular thought, I know. I fear. I see. I want you to be where happiness is. I see you as that. I see you as a part from me. ~~~~~
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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo Why live in parallels. I am looking for something. You are perhaps out there, even astray. Maybe it is I who strays. Perhaps, who knows, I may be in total delusion. I look and look and don't know what else to do. For what I know and lack, you are perhaps no less prone to bouts of indecision. We live in and by lines, you and I. We are ruled by silly, rigid notions. We stand suspended. It is a mental barrier we face, in the wind and in ourselves. But we are who we are. Maybe you are indeed more romantic, as you made the wind your only guide. I am, on second thought, a dreamer of sorts, but closer aground. You are beautiful, in every way. ~~~~~
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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo I am in a continued state of elevation. I keep thinking and not thinking of you. I keel feeling and not feeling for you. The house I built in my dreams is still there in the distance, with a traditional entrance to my fearful eternity. I find myself calm in the nearby shadows. They allow one to bask in the greater magnificence, beyond one's petty existence. Still I rehearse the words I have always said, I have always said to you. You may never know. Perhaps you have the words of another to quell a need for a lifetime. I keep looking at you and not looking at you. The beauty of this spiritual house is overwhelming. Will it that one day it'll have no meaning, or that you would supply its meaning glory. ~~~~~
~~~~~ This is my edit of a great shot by my Collabstream bro, @nicko_niv
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