As Ashes
you take photos of me I don’t take photos of you Why? I don’t need to witness what I was, split second moments of decline, we whine and wage war on ourselves in a way I can’t justify, I don’t hate you I hate myself and I can’t explain Why? I will die and your photographs will be the only evidence I ever walked this earth I’ll burn ice cold and return to the soil as ashes, for I am the earth the water and stars and as ashes I will pass
