End:Mind{}Death//Begin:New{}Drive

Deer Carcass

Days when we begin to see,

allow ourselves to start growing,

allow I to be “I”.

A spot in time,

A microcosmic moment

that decides YOU,

not the opposite.

You can not control it,

you can not fight it,

you can only pass through

and live the new life handed to you.

Taken with a Holga 120N

On occasion

we all seem to fade

into the fluidity

of liquid days,

lacking viscosity

Or empathy,

sympathy,

or really anything required to give a fuck

About us,

the ones who unwillingly flow through

time.

You never stop to think,

to ask,

“What it would all be like

If no one fell for your façade?”

We could start a brand new day.

Golden Tarot

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