As I climb that wobbly ladder to the highest prison that is my home, my memory of you fades and so does the touch that we shared not long ago. Each second hurts, each minute pains, every moment away is a tear at dusk, a lack of light in a blinding darkness. Your touch is addictive, like a prescription that keeps me living on a candid dream, except the dream is a reality I never knew I’d see. Except the dream is my reality and without it I live in fear. I wish those moments came to a halt, a close in time and space, a moment frozen in a universe of two. For we are together, not one; and no matter how mysterious it is, attraction or dedication, love or incantation, time itself is the witness and the wall that breaks my heart. A tiny million pieces that float around in a lost devotion, a wounded heart, looking for you.
Sometimes I write, others I take photos...then there are moments when I combine the both. Text and photo by the silly me depicted in this bad excuse of a deviation.