Trying.

 

Trying.

Storey Art.

29/3/22

Trying.

I'm gonna ask you about a dress like that? Folded to, Delicatessens. Flimsiness. You pick me up and I hold my breath and were set. Furrowed.

Cry.

Would you like to move in?

It's sad to think of promises.

You're never here.

Tell myself I'm fine but I don't really know. You know I listened to every word.

Ghost.

Ghost.

Ghost.

I hope you're doing better, circles tell your face, beauty refining. Another lamppost, another street, it's different now.

I think she thinks she's not really here.

The tape plays, Something trendy, something less. That's what my mum said to say.

How many lights can you count. High on expectation.

The day it turned grey. It was my last night on earth. A setting moon at the sight of creation that night. Printers shined and encoding formed our creative living circumstances… it was a circumstance that I met you and I cried the truth. I was just looking having a rant, I never knew the wonders the world would show me.

Medicine.

You were on the checkout. It was a sunny day. I shyd behind the notice and I felt the beauty again. “Free from the sorrows”... “Creating dreams''... “I don't need you”... That’s what I thought.

I only wanna be haunted by you.

I heard you worked at the British Heart Foundation. I bought a pop up book. A bottle of hair dye. "What about your friends, what about your friends, do they make you unhappy." I wondered about a “checkout girl”. That would be a good name. I felt high on expectation. Somebody's nose was pressed against the glass. It was like finding love at first sight.

I'm too thoughtful. Do you know? Lipstick on the mirror.

Spinning the coffee jar around all day as your son goes away, I see how you’ve grown up. I wonder what it’s like for you… and, I'm trying to ask.

I know how it feels?

That thing that was trendy seemed to get to you later on. And i'm not sure if I perceived my lesson where I was trying to understand your wisdom… I guess I want a friend.

I seen how the town changed, you've changed, I seen you in One Stop, the other day. I got a job too. Now we see ourselves together. Colours singing. It reminded me of that fold… Flimsiness, now we leave. Paving the way to our destiny, now we're live…

If you're a photograph, would you be around forever?

Digital Photograph: 8 x 6

Framed. 11.5 x 9.4

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