Monday, September 14, 2015

Oh Crocodile, My old Friend


Let's just pretend that every time the sun rises we have a second or a third or even a millionth chance to patch things up and reopen our hearts to one another. Because if we can both think like that we never have to feel the pain of losing a best friend that we just couldn't love as purely as they deserved. And if we play the game this way we can just calk it all up to another bad case of Fate. We can tell ourselves we were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. That way neither of us ever have to understand the struggle of teaching ourselves how to breathe again after decades of choking on air and words left unsaid. Let's just pretend that every time the sun rises we have another chance to do something right for each other.




Photograph by my friend "Senyru" or Mark. 

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