Photographs I’m almost crazy about! enjoy!
Visions of her drawing near
Arise, abide, and disappear
You try to slow it down
It doesn’t work
You know how nights like this begin
The kind of knot your heart gets in
Any way you turn is going to hurt
* The question remains, this question of where memories go when they fade, when they finally disappear into the night. I call this journey the road to ‘Nowhereville’, a familiar place, and yet, a lost place. I intend to go and search for these memories soon, and I intend to give them some substance, however fleeting that may be. And any help towards bringing this quest to fruition would be ever so much appreciated. As soon as I have enough fuel in the tank this journey can commence, and then I’ll find these sad old places…somewhere out there. Thank you for your time.