April 2012
1 post
Exploration N.
Where words lose meaning, there is always patience in the depths of wound. Where losing the daylight means the promise of tomorrow. Where I turn to stone. Hearts tuned to the radio wave, where banner waves turn us into photographic edge.
Where I fit into no particular mold. Not enough of any particular thing to create my identity. Nothingness. The pains of being plain. Torn my teeth on new knees....
