Post by Sethron on Jun 5, 2014 15:13:51 GMT -8
Pick a Face.
Any one will do.
As long as you remember which one represents you. It won't be hard to capture in a photograph the number of people who go gaga over pretty faces and foolish antics. Everyone has patience and love for the lost.
Will you lose to me?
God, I'm in love with the idea of a portrait on a hot summer vacation. Pretty lips and keen smiles and not worrying about anything but the way you sip wine and if you look stupid while she stares across the glass. If I could spend a thousand days worrying about nothing so serious, I would spend them thinking about what we are and where we're going. I would spend them contemplating cold nights wrapped in blankets and warm days wrapped in my lover's eyes.
How much life can you bring to one party?
It's like I'm free of some grand obligation. Can I handle being here, like this, surrounded by optimists and fools and beautifully heartbreaking sorrow that slowly sinks into your glass and leaves nothing but the taste of regret.
Can you see them, Darling?
Take a look at each photograph you take with your mind, observe it from afar; keep the pieces in your country bag and hope they'll struggle through. Let them live. May they all just keep living.
I know you like the hunt, but can't we just... keep them all safe?
Any one will do.
As long as you remember which one represents you. It won't be hard to capture in a photograph the number of people who go gaga over pretty faces and foolish antics. Everyone has patience and love for the lost.
Will you lose to me?
God, I'm in love with the idea of a portrait on a hot summer vacation. Pretty lips and keen smiles and not worrying about anything but the way you sip wine and if you look stupid while she stares across the glass. If I could spend a thousand days worrying about nothing so serious, I would spend them thinking about what we are and where we're going. I would spend them contemplating cold nights wrapped in blankets and warm days wrapped in my lover's eyes.
How much life can you bring to one party?
It's like I'm free of some grand obligation. Can I handle being here, like this, surrounded by optimists and fools and beautifully heartbreaking sorrow that slowly sinks into your glass and leaves nothing but the taste of regret.
Can you see them, Darling?
Take a look at each photograph you take with your mind, observe it from afar; keep the pieces in your country bag and hope they'll struggle through. Let them live. May they all just keep living.
I know you like the hunt, but can't we just... keep them all safe?