last year, yesterday.
i look through pictures for clues, i want to know how you're doing. i try to find reasons and answers in your eyes in the few where you are actually looking at the camera. pictures leave me feeling conflicted in situations like this, where i feel so strongly about so many of the people in the photographs and i want to love them all again like i used to. everyone loves each other, everyone is trying to ruin each other.
when i look at the pictures i see that it's uncertainty and curiousity that holds the group together rather than love or wood glue.
i want to be an anchor. i want to be reality. i want to be the slap in the face. i want to be a cloud that suddenly starts throwing raindrops at you while you ride your bike down those lonely streets while the sun is shining. i want to be an electric shock from a doorknob. i want to be your mirror. i want to be on your a-list. i want to be your ian curtis. i want to be the physical embodiment of some really intense feeling you haven't felt in a while and have it hit you like a brick.
but i digress.
i take so many pictures, i like to remember things the way i saw them. i just wish they were less permanent.
when i look at the pictures i see that it's uncertainty and curiousity that holds the group together rather than love or wood glue.
i want to be an anchor. i want to be reality. i want to be the slap in the face. i want to be a cloud that suddenly starts throwing raindrops at you while you ride your bike down those lonely streets while the sun is shining. i want to be an electric shock from a doorknob. i want to be your mirror. i want to be on your a-list. i want to be your ian curtis. i want to be the physical embodiment of some really intense feeling you haven't felt in a while and have it hit you like a brick.
but i digress.
i take so many pictures, i like to remember things the way i saw them. i just wish they were less permanent.