Sad.
Here's a scene.
Holding hands, devils, let us find the monsters. It's blood lust. Bodies aching. We were a long way away from home. It was written on the walls. We followed all the messages. I know it's not enough, I know it's not enough.
Thinking about you. I ran out of those. So many men are losing. Don't suck it up. We are our own completeness.
Can I stay with you. Reset my brain. Look through the window.
Tell me if i'm strong enough for theatre. Find the light in the understanding we give.
Looking.
Cut for another day.
Taped through the night.
Talking.
I sat there for hours.
Curtains closing.
I can't wait to hear your voice again, drift away, I am there.
Taping. Were apart. The monsters we find in our blood lust bodies aching for... enough.
A deadly dose. Enough. Another. Enough.
What do you think you get it for free?
Let the scene flash and decay our bones.
We find our reality once more.
Everyone is talking about me it makes me feel so bad.
Arran Storey.
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4096 x 2730
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