Right now I like the imagery of roots and branches and veins.
A little sick of fighting? With everyone...
Friends that disappear. It's like losing a finger. The phantom limb?
People that expect too much.
Distance that grows with time.
It all sickens and tires me. I have no motivation to even smile.
The perfect day would be a day with close friends, with photography props and crazy themes and costumes, in a field and creating something with someone. That it might be possible, for just one day, to create a world, transpose the utopia in my mind to reality, and the evidence locked in pixels. That would be a wonderful day.
Weather vanes.
It's getting harder and harder to move.
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