Storey Art.
Wont You Let My Darling Know?
11/5/22
Wont You Let My Darling Know?
The older I get.
What if our dreams become reality.
Leave no trace.
There was an accident up the park.
“I thought you responded. I see my bandages peel. I know time is numbered, look at my days. I never thought the worries you express would stab my back through my window. Like stones. As my hair flows. I scatter grace and choice. I never thought that the words you cast would hurt so much. I thought of ourselves over a can of cider.”
Whilst that was happening. There was a couple along the High Street.
Maybe it’s the way you say my name. Say my name… It can be hard to breathe. “Wishing on coins all of the time.” “Well let it go into the wind.” “I wanna go home and watch Netflix.” “Do you wanna get a cone too?” “Yeah.”
I see forever in your eyes.
Wishing ourselves away by these rivers.
The man who had an accident up the park, said the highlights were what he was looking forward to when he got home. He said a team was relegated and he kept his prayer to himself. He did however pass on, please enjoy the Art Fair. And he passed on a flyer.
The couple was watching Netflix and the boyfriend was on his phone and he expressed that he wanted a new game. “I’m curious about PSVR, em do you wanna play that together?... Do you wanna save up for a new TV?” “I think that would be an amazing idea. I wish you’d have a shave…” The movie got more suspenseful. I tensely gasped and I picked up my phone. I kinda zoned out… “I see an advert for this Art Fair. D’you wanna go?” “Yeah sure.”
I wonder who else knows about him?
What does any of this have to do with my life?
Cleaning.
Arran Storey.
Digital Photograph.
Dimensions.
4096 x 2730
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