Storey Art.
Can you hear this?
10/6/22
Can you hear this?
So i’ll come along and play. There was reduced make-up, bits n bobs. I had to tell you, I know you might not be interested but it looked cool. And if you look real close. “She opened the curtains.” and seen a school walk.
“Im under your control.”
I was at my mum’s and I had to say there was a swimming competition, with Escape Youth Services. “You should’ve seen it, my love. It was amazing, they swam greatly and everyone cheer’d. I was really happy.” “What do you think of that mum?” “I think that sounds beautiful.” “What else did they do? Did they get up to anything else?” “No just a competition.”
In the flats by the town hall there was a conversation between a couple. Something falling from his fingertips. You ought to know it better than me. “Do you feel good!?” We Spend the night’s laughing, on the sofa. I’m on the floor. “We can make a difference, maybe save up for that candle holder?”
I woke up in rage. And I had to dress my wounds, “Do you want my bandage mum?” I thought it was ethereal to your being. I’ll swallow a pill for your loss. My bandages are bleeding mum, I know I shouldn't romanticise the wound. I’m curious, that’s how I felt. “Love it…”
“I watched you burn!”
“The same mistakes are waiting to be made.”
I’ll follow you round I see blood in the river nothing but bodys. Through me you've became simple.
“How many voices are out?”
I got back and you said “Hi.” I pushed myself forward and said “I’ll talk to you later.” I wish you could help me find my way back. I get lost. And I think fuck it, in a rage. I say what I say and I mean it, Leave it alone though. I had a break. “I’ve baked a cake.” I went on my phone… I seen you liked the Escape Youth Cafe’s post on facebook about the swimming competition.
Light the candles, well talk.
“Tell me what you want.”
“The ending you live for is nothing.”
The riverbanks were beautiful to me.
Arran Storey.
Digital Photograph.
Dimensions
6 x 4
Storey Art.
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