photographs
This is a sad substitute for intimacy.
Without sex I reach for pain
Without the warmth of another body I reach for the artificial warmth of alcohol.
All temptations that I fight not to cave in to
addiction is in my blood you know.
It's amazing how incredibley non-exisitant one can feel when so many thoughts, so many vital pieces of who one is, go unspoken, floating around in the abyss of the mind.
I want to photographed
black and white
film not digital
naked
I want to know what I look like through a lens held by someone who see me
I want to know what I look like through the eyes of someone who is seeing through my walls
I want to know what I look like through the eyes of someone who thinks I'm beautiful
Will you take my picture?
You'd have to actually see me first...
Without sex I reach for pain
Without the warmth of another body I reach for the artificial warmth of alcohol.
All temptations that I fight not to cave in to
addiction is in my blood you know.
It's amazing how incredibley non-exisitant one can feel when so many thoughts, so many vital pieces of who one is, go unspoken, floating around in the abyss of the mind.
I want to photographed
black and white
film not digital
naked
I want to know what I look like through a lens held by someone who see me
I want to know what I look like through the eyes of someone who is seeing through my walls
I want to know what I look like through the eyes of someone who thinks I'm beautiful
Will you take my picture?
You'd have to actually see me first...