Whispers in the night. Visions unseen for life is blind when humanity has no mirrors to project their bodily illusions. For when will this world relie on the inner of beauty and passion of ones soul. Perversions of sights imagined. Hidden under shells of cloths and lies.
Another Friday so tired of school and want to work. Maybe I shall sleep all weekend in a darkroom. That sounds good.
Life seems to be so astray lately. Dad passing and no job in sight life seems to have become dreary and cold. I hope the light at the end of the tunnel is not a reflection of some imaginary life filled with more hurt and pain.
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