Sincere.

Storey Art.

Sincere.

6/8/22

Sincere.

Reminds you to bleed. And I would love to be patient. Life support. Ethereal to your memory. He cared. How many roads are journeyd. 

Have you waited long enough.

Have you waited long enough.

Have you waited long enough.

How many lights can you count?

His tearful mother cried, "pills are a loss." I saw you again by the pylon. And I thought "Fuck your looking better." I yelped myself to say "When's he coming home?" I was stuttering... "Sorry I didn't mean to start the conversation that way." "Is he still dancing?" "Yeah he is, he's maintaining wishful."

In my own place my stomach was grumbling, and I wanted to get lunch. I was missing. I loved, it was dear to me. I thought... I'll go for a walk.

I was looking to get my haircut. A thought, I continued to walk. I was wondering where she was, I was down the High Street. I thought I really have to make the effort. I went to Costa for a latte.

"Sorrow."

I got myself a sausage roll as well out the newsagents. And I felt a quiver, my phone had beeped. I felt knackered really but I decided to go sit by the bench at the horse and partake with my lunch. I was happy and it was sunny... I'd like to remain.

There was a loss in the air. I couldn't figure it out.

"I'd love to speak my mind."

"Do you sleep anymore?"

I got a call, there was a cyber-attack in the news today.

Arran Storey.

Digital Photograph.

4096 x 2730