January 26, 2010

A ring falls from my hand, and I am left with only myself. Trapped, for now, inside a life I don’t let others touch. An outsider to my insides. Reaching out, the monster is so very patient. Words healing hours or days, but I always come back. At least part of me. Tonight, all I have is my art. I don’t feel what a normal person should, so I shoot at it. At the monster. I know someday I will cry, but tonight I only mourn.

Someday I Will Cry – Sparrow Studio – Los Angeles
ISO 100, 24-70 @ 45mm, f/20 @ 20 sec – tripod

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