We're procrastinating death with people

It's ironic that as her soul is getting lighter ready to be plucked from this world she begins to weigh down on you like never before. You're choosing to have chains bound to your wrists despite the coming change. A noisy and violent determination to see your sentence out in full. But when the ocean's push and pull begins to recede back out to sea it becomes a question of do we swim back and accept the course of nature, or do we slip out and under the tide hoping that you make it back Still able to breath.

Just because I say beautiful things does not mean I'm a beautiful man.

Maybe there was some truth in the idea that cameras were capsules for the soul. Because from the first time my eyes captured the richness of your figure it has stayed imbedded on the shutters of my eyes. Branded to my eyelids in a way that leaves your brail image on the outside. I like to think I contain a part of you. That I possess a photo from the collection of your life. That it's cherishable and imperishable. -I.A.S.A.T

"I find myself rewinding to when times were better. Love the nostalgia so much I can't get my mind together. Everything ends. Yes everything stops. Even you. Even I. Even paper and clocks."