Every photograph has a story to tell. Tales that make you laugh, weep, think and remember. Some tales are fleeting, some linger. Hopefully these tales and frames will linger long.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Day 158
I cannot slay my twin
who is my own
but kill i must
to live i must
I cannot slay my twin
'cause she is my moat
but kill i must
to live i must
I cannot slay my twin
keeper of my secrets
but kill i must
to live i must
I cannot slay my twin
my companion in lonely cliffs
but kill i must
to live i must
I cannot slay my twin
my army against the world
but kill i must
to live i must
I cannot slay my twin
'cause it makes the pores of my skin weep blood
but kill i must
to live i must
To live I must
Kill I must
for she is EGO
And when she is slayed
I'll stand tall
I'll stand beautiful
I'll stand calm
I'll stand precious
I'll stand
on my own
without the I.
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