You told me I sounded like suicide The night I counted down From 10, To what might have happened. Looking through the box of torment you left behind when you died How Could you leave me here?! Your heart is still a firefly in my jar, Your tears are still the blood in my veins
Sometimes we just stop loving And start hoping That we’ll be loved back. Like falling is a good enough replacement for flying, Or glass a good enough replacement for water. I don’t trust that you running to me isn’t just a product of you Running away from something else. Gaining foresight, more sight, As the
I ain’t an artist.
The night they tore you from the pages of their bibles and finally put you to sleep, Your ashes came down like snow, And a child who had never seen your face saw you falling from the sky and layed down on their back to make an angel in the powder of your bones. From
Originally posted on Photography Blog of Jared Bramblett:
The Congaree National Park is located about 12 miles outside of the City of Columbia. It was designated as a National Park in the early 2000’s and is home to some tallest trees in the Eastern US. These were taken on a Sunday afternoon in early September.…