Storey Art.
My Hand At Home.
16/6/22
My Hand At Home.
See my bandages fall on my blanket. Riverbanks. Feeling clean. For we, we’ve become wishful. Unravel and weave the truths. Tell the stories that form. Speech. “Riverbanks.” Bodys and blood forming again… Another gathering. Heal.
“Have you waited long enough?”
If I could catch you once I'd tell you. People have to move homes and it’s because another moves in. It’s as barbaric as the bar. “The weather’s getting better, so your skin will be better. You’ll be happier.” This is until people quit. I said “This is a collision” I said in the passing.
“Loves on it’s way.”
I knew she thought it.
A beautiful woman was having a cup of tea with her friend, They spoke about the birds breeding, they said it’d be good for the community because there was an outbreak of germs. “It was refused.” “I know, I know, I know.” She downed her tea and got going.
On my own journeys, There was chats from locals up the park. They said there was claims of sexual assault. It was devastating. It felt blue, I heard claims that all services were onto the harrows.I felt a little distort and I kept myself to myself, “You all know…” You know it better. I’m stumbling. “It’s just me, it's keeping me in the dark.” I dunno if you like me. “What do you want?” Nothing I overheard and I passed by.
The beautiful woman said she was gonna text her son. She said “Hi how’s you? Xxx”
I picked up my phone and said “Aryt how’s you im alright wubu2? Xxxxxx” I sat down by a bench. I felt like I should have expressed these opinions to her… I rolled a cigarette, and tane in the atmosphere. I kinda wondered. Breathed a breathe. I was fucking annoyed and got going.
“The signals are a mess.”
“I always feel alone.”
“My entire self was you. This is a collision, that’s all I think.”
“Contradicting.”
“Sorrow.”
I seen a police man by the gates and I said “Here mate there's a crime.”
Arran Storey.
Digital Photograph.
Dimensions.
4096 x 2730
6 x 4
Storey Art.
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