Monday, March 19, 2007
Photogaphy class in the darkroom today brought my mind at peace. The coolness of the room and the darkness. Mostly only being able to see silhouettes brush past me, imagining someone special with me. Beside me. Hugging me from behind. Someone who loves me for who I currently am. I love the darkroom. I want one of my own. And everything you said on saturday night while I was being inked, were all lies. I knew they were all lies. |
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