I saw the light with you; but also saw the underworld. We plunged into the darkness, ventured into the unknown. Something about it was so beautifully scary; intoxicating. But it was time to take a break, to embrace the light again. You made your home in the darkness, established your throne.
You know just what I want to hear. You say all of the right things to me but what are words without actions to match? The definition of sweet nothings.
Torrential rain slaps against the window,Torrential rain slaps against the window.Lighting strikes and the thunder crackles through the night sky.It’s all so clear now.He sleeps in the living room where they once shared a life.
Been spending time in the shadow as of late.Not sure what forces are at play,but there’s been a shift somewhere, something is unsettled.
Trying to make sense of things and it just never happens.Some days or moments, I’m spared and can feel pure elation, happiness.Some days or moments I feel absolutely weary. Photo shot by me, Prospect Park.
Shot by me in Dumbo, Brooklyn