When we surmount or surpass something, what does that something become
A half finished bottle of white wine has been under my desk for months. this happens sometimes ~ i have some sort of attraction to Decay; there’s something more than fascinating about it; i connect with it
Dying things, not “Dead” things – that’s different
I could tell when you were proud of me even at times you didn’t necessarily say it
I miss that moment on the floor laying face to face on our sides
Im taking your picture and you mouth “I love you” through the lens