Finding light where there should be none.
Seeing at the edges of nothing, at the edges of what should be dark corner, a sequin.
What is light if not exposure?
The pinpoint (aperture) betrays (by exposing) the frame.
Part of loving anyone is knowing how to live with their hand on the doorknob.
I don't believe in Erring.
Either This or That.
Maybe I best love someone who never pretends to stay forever.
And instead just stays forever.
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2 comments:
I see you editing.
Also I love these. The crack/the coming apart! And the glow in the water makes me feel something very strongly about the contents of space.
Perpetually. Editing.
Busted!
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