Walking along East Colorado Boulevard at sundown, listening to the tall tales of love behind bloodless-diamond engagement rings, I want to crawl up in their story and call it my own. The impossibility of so doing makes me cry different songs of tears. In this family that familiarity has a rhythm of its own.
(Holga / 35mm mod by Mondayne)
we`re here.
we`re here.
write those songs.
write those songs.
this picture brings tears to my eyes for some reason. rock, rock on.