Project Holga Slide 137

My hands ran through your hair,
As the night closed in on us.
I felt your pain in every stroke,
As your demons tore away at you.
Tears dropped into the blanket of your youth,
As you grasped for a stolen breath.
Soon enough you fell gently into a dream,
As your small snores filled the empty room.
Then slowly, carefully your demons crept into me,
As I grasped for breath and mangled tears emerged.
Knowing that another night drowned upon us,
And I was not able to relieve you from that pain.
— Max Ernst
As human beings we are all at different points in our journey of life. To criticize another because of their place within that journey is to criticize the self.
We have all held the same places during the evolution of our awareness. We have all walked the same steps within the journey of our lives.
The speed at which one reaches those points does not erase all the previous places that one has crossed in their journey.
"— Jervis T. Geist
— The Divine Comedy: Inferno, Dante Alighieri
I don’t know me, and you don’t know you. So we fit so good together because I knew you like I knew myself.
We clung on like barnacles on a boat. Even though the ship sinks you know you cant let go.
"— Barnacles, Ugly Casanova