It says we cannot be still. We too shall fade. Our sun is water. The captor that took our portrait cried first. We fed ourselves to the grass. If blurred pictures are all thats left of us.. some day that might not be called a day any longer These pictures prove, we move.
01/06/2013
Posted on 01/06/2013Copyright © 2024 Johanna May
that last line says it all. love the surreal quality to this.
