Uh here it is? Photograph : Can someone tell me what death means? is it the end of time or the end of a year? The swing set has stood the whole time and is reflecting my mental state like a mirror. A phrase that represents the infinite oscillation of a pendulum in the lonely house of your heart. Is death a period or a semicolon? A door. A window. A metaphor. Making widows. This photograph. In my head. In my hands. In my heart. T i m e w i l l t e l l m e w h e r e i t w e n t . W h e r e t h e n s h a l l I g o ? This image. A fragment of time. Captured. Never freed until I die. And that moment will be forgotten. Yet, perhaps it remains somewhere, in some form. And someone will find it taped to my dead body. Now, give me space. What I hear is still a melancholy silence.
I wrote this at midnight so. uh. All by me.
