Paradise Morning, The Dream Of Out.
Storey Art.
31/01/2023
Paradise Morning, The Dream Of Out.
In confidence, I was arrested, taken away... To the cold. I felt a kiss, and I travelled. We found ourselfs at Huntlyburn. There was allot of hearts there. Nothing but love. My tears had been used up. I had said "Out." that was my dream. I felt and trusted my foolery, I had run away I couldn't handle it... "Haha."
"Disorder."
"See the light at the end of the tunnel."
"So long."
There was an admission. And there was screams down the corridor. I sat in my room, I thought of playing. I went to the art class and played guitar. Some complimented, some tried.
I went to smoke. It was a sunny day. "Still caught." I heard. "Missing." "Adverts, phenomonons." I listened and inhaled. I exhaled and thought have you ever seen the rain? - looked at a man. There was a meeting yelled from a nurse. "Might be discharge?" I was confused. I went in. Thought. And got my rice crispies. I swung by the corridors.
"Time for ten."
"Rispirodone."
"Water?"
"Is that what your on?"
"Walk."
I waited a week and thought of my day, we played in the dark I knew my rest could be a spa, I find. I see the orders for a new smoking area. I laugh and eat. Humble to find. Deary.
"I dunno what time it is."
"Coffee in the morning."
"Crisis."
"Bedroom 19."
"Schizophrenic."
Arran Storey.
Digital Photograph.
6 x 4
Storey Art.
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