and nothing. just staring. just sunshine. just rain. just fangs. just blood.
there is something about the redundancy in this art.
in our words. in the photographs.
all the moons
and stars and stuttered sighs.
in that kiss that left you breathless.
our familiar tastes.
all of us- the same.
all us...... seeking attention.love.avoidance.points.money.memories.stories.
all us strangers
and lovers and fighters and mother fuckers.
all of us caught up in the illusion of thought.
that voice inside my head. asking. wondering.
is this beautiful?