Friday, August 21, 2015

Saturday, August 8, 2015

old age

one of my last memories of you. its beautiful. i was looking at you. all of the sudden, i saw you as an old man. i didn't feel or think any differently seeing you that way. it still felt like we were in that moment in the middle of a conversation. it was the same. but better. enriched.
thats when i became absolutely terrified.
that i knew . . .
and theres nothing i could do

speechless


absolutely beautiful.