I’m not patient.
I do want it all.
I can do anything, and still feel nothing.
It’s a broken, scary feeling, seeing yourself in someone else’s mirror.
Masking desire in a captive mind.
I am everything and everyone for everyone besides one –
Winding all these frames of time into a locked box of seven days.
What becomes of the last?
A comfortable scent lingers.
It’s a broken, scary feeling,
Seeing yourself undecided.
Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.