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there's this boy,
and he is like coming home.
when my heart beat can beat in rythmn with his,
only then have I come home.
he is my drug filled, midsummers night dream.
but those drugs are starting to kill the stars,
and the sky is turning to darkness and it's eating him alive.
he wakes up in peices and fills in the blanks with a different substance
so that he can look at himself in the mirror
until the substances lose their feelings of love and turn to death,
he realizes it's going to eat him alive
and he calls, and tears his heart open to let the crys of help escape
but we both know when he wakes up the next morning,
he'll be in peices and fill in the blanks with the drugs.
and I'll be on a plane, and when I wake up from my slumber,
the feeling of unknown territory will wash over me
there's this boy,
and he is like coming home.
when my heart beat can beat in rythmn with his,
only then have I come home.
It's funny how this photo, this moment, made me realize what I wanted for the rest of my life. And it's funny how this photo was taken with a really simple camera, and now that I have a really complicated camera - nothing can compare to this photo. I have never been able to touch this photo, nothing has ever compared to it for me.