Tones of yellow and red
– I wonder about your existence, in the moments when you are most real. You are like smoke. Its permanence, even after it disappears it is still there. You are no different. The scent of you, though I cannot identify it, I have breathed it in. It has not left me, lingers inside me calling up the images of you I’ve captured in the shared moments between us, sparse and too few. How much of you have I created? When I am most consumed by you, I fear most, that you are completely unreal. Perhaps, that each of those moments, […]