--ALL IS FORGIVEN FOR--

My newest and very first all color photo-book is finally complete. I will be posting the entirety of it on here sometime next year, for the time being enjoy this excerpt from inside.

UNTITLED #1

Although I'll never fathom,
The universe's size,
Or that I'm astounded by the distance,
Of the stars in skies,
And even though, if I could walk,
The space between the black,
I'd find myself alone and lost
And never return.
I've always felt, and always will
That though, to some degree,
I may be insignificant...
There is only one of me.

Carousels.

Sitting down by the tracks

watching trains go by, to remind myself that

there are places that are not here. 

And I had a well, but all the water left.

So I'll go ask your forgiveness with every breath.

And if there was no way into God,

I would have never laid in this grave of a body

for so long my dear. 

-AW / MWY

ER

I feel that
No matter which way I turn,
I can only become more lost.
At this point,
there is no turning back.
So I must beg the ones I admire
to forgive me for all the things
I have not done.
Please, just let me be human---
and in each fragile moment we share,

We will define glorious.

And ascend into a state of content
Indescribable to those too afraid
to leap into
the
deep end.

06.22.13

If everything happens for a reason,
Then this life is nothing more than a cruel,
well-crafted execution.
A carefully designed death, with each delicate
moment leading to our inevitable ends.
I say that nothing happens for a reason.
I say that our efforts in this world matter.
It's your life
Give it a happy ending.

K.P.

I am absolutely content
Dreaming eternally
on the hardest days
you are too beautiful for this world
on the easiest,
you are a reflection away from
reality
I am yours and that is all
Forever.

M.C.

We can be forever seventeen
it's what I want
and summer is here.

I can trace the lines where our faces intersect:
Two pools of blue pouring perpendicularly into a matching pair.
Freckles flickering in the same formula over curving cheekbones.
Waves of lips waning into identical winning smiles.
Narrowing noses nearing similar slopes.
As I take my brush and blur the lines into something untraceable:
A calculated delusion of warped features,
until I can't recognize the you inside of me.

[ Hay Meadows ]

We always think that we'll have more time.

Oil spills underneath my skin

Another untapped source of depression

Tapped.

I somehow find myself attached to detachment 

Blend everything i've ever felt into one;

black and white into grey. 

Nothing 

is clear 

but the

fog.