Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Back and Forth



Constant

Light everywhere
A constant stream of noise
Skin is peeled off
There's no grip, I cant cling onto you

Fill, fill, refilled
Longing for what
Expanding thoughts
Exit lights direct us
The packets are empty

Fleeting

1 comment:

Amy Marie said...

ahhh i am obsessed with self-portraits. this is great