Maybe the world will not be saved.
It will not be saved. Its commerce, its
every case also
moves into its geology
and then that geology moves
into some great exit of slowing
clocks and the history of saved light.
Listen, Iâm not crazy. I want you to save
something for me. If someone says
something false, I will tell that person
âyou are falseâ because I am full
of exaggerations and energy
and also because sunlight scatters
across this lake and just one beam
is enough to make my body insane.
The world will not be saved by despair
so we should spend it all on joy, right?
I despair. Does he despair? The desperate
characters walk onto the stage.
The stage a lake the lake a self I staged
The lake the self I staged.
They sing off key like me. There is no
harmony but when the children clap their
little hands, well, neither is there simile.
I washed the dishes; I folded the laundry.
I wanted to walk around this lake
like an innocent.
When I read this one poem earlier I never thought that it would go perfectly together with the picture I am submitting to you right now but then after I finished editing this picture, I remembered the part where he says âI want to save something for meâ and I thought to myself, this is exactly what Iâm trying to represent with the lines on my picture. I wanna save something for me in a way. I wanna keep certain level of mystery between the person who will be seeing this picture and myself. Hope Iâve accomplished just that.
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