Exit the doorway. The patterns of life. Light leaks in darkness. The rhythm of textures. Concrete supporting the ripples of our thoughts.
Dreams + Drugs = A Drain
Photo by Noir
Exit the doorway. The patterns of life. Light leaks in darkness. The rhythm of textures. Concrete supporting the ripples of our thoughts.
Dreams + Drugs = A Drain
Photo by Noir
The admiration of sunsets abound.
Today the sun sets on what I would call a difficult day. My memories got the best of me. A neighbor that I asked to help me get to the beach, with my board, laughed in my face.
So now I get to say the, Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep, prayer.
If I do wake up, I get to try it again.
I’m really just not tough enough.
Never have been and probably never will be.