was it real? i stood above the other faces words fell from my mouth i forgot more than half of the things that i wanted to say and fumbled with the microphone later on, someone asked “have you given the speech yet?” “yes, i have.” the night blazed on faces came and went it was over before I felt I had a grip on things »
i miss those empty days already sitting in a room waiting for viewers watching the procession of pedestrians slowing down and turning their face our way or speeding past, uninterested occasionally while all alone it felt like forever but now it merely feels a lifetime ago. »
the music helps to walk a little faster but the feeling inside won’t change not yet uncertainty’s chained to my arms making my photographs a little blurrier than they ought to be by now. “it’s time” says the cold wind on my neck what has to come is coming but what needs doing still needs to be done »