Storey Art.
Letters 'N' Hearts.
15/3/2022
Letters 'N' Hearts.
My name is the night. Pounding feelings in my chest, As my heart does the same. I’ve never seen the things you’ve seen. Gentle people. A man pushing his bike… Getting it started for the day.
Pages by the tree.
Can I stay at home? I hear people talking by bus stops. Pharmacy dreams. Can I find my brain, can I go another day? Blackness, sensitising to light. As time finds. Weak and small. Can I go another day? Photos by the sofa falling out my hands. Wounds opening… another door we pass through… I would hate you.
This calling by the table imagining through the window. Wishing for another day to be together. Finding our money for a holiday. Paw prints by the beach, flowers in bloom. Walking by the river. Letters and notebooks by the rise on the state. The dream of coffee in the morn. Tobacco packets on the floor. Ashtrays sailing like boats up to the vase by the windowsill.
Wishing we have the norm of the day. When we recover we have dreams I seen the fire in our eyes once more and you stole my past. If only. We persevere for an income that services.
Home.
Up at eight, running late, finding the same relief later on at eight... Dinner, Hello? It's too bad we've made mistakes, Waiting for me to get home. "Your own denial." "It's what you don't know." "You've made your bed."
Table manners exist.
We find our friendship again and plan. Again! A touch, a hug. Were in town again. People tell you not to take chances. Walking through the handwritten words, we find our love. Red and blue flags, if not its propped up. Flowers in the background, templates for rules.
Hooks for cullenders. And I can't imagine being without you. As you pull, I pull. The bikes get more playful. Disinfection. A kind offering from services, and now we're back, we are what we own. Swinging, seesaws. Silver is fine, hand me the brush. The orders fall from above when the office is a study and the living room is an existence. Our gold has played a role.
I'm gonna send you a text? We can go anywhere you want to? Let's go on holiday. I won't be drunk this weekend.
Bodys and screams.
Little dreams.
Arran Storey.
Dimensions.
Digital Photograph.
4096 x 2073
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