night walk
This gallery features 35mm Cinestill 800 and 120 Fuji Pro 400H, both pushed one stop.
Shot in Hollywood, Los Angeles, CA.
it's on these nights, I can't sleep.
so I drive.
and even in the darkest allies, the filth, the grime
she still finds a way to infect my mind.
she's the ghost in the passenger seat
silently singing to me
why won't she leave me?
it's on nights like these, I can't sleep
so I walk the streets.
the loneliness echoes with my footsteps
and
this caffeine fueled heart murmur
there's nothing better to do
than that which makes me less.
the desire, and almost, instinct
to care for others who don't return the sentiment
is sometimes... overwhelming.
my mind calls it ridiculous.
overwhelming. and hard to resist sometimes.
what can I do to ease your pain?
what can I do?
and then I realized,
I might never hear from her again.
and I had to come to terms with that.
I don't pray to anything,
but this time I prayed to anything
and I said, please, no matter what else may happen to me
may I never become so bitter
may I never
become so entirely bitter
inspiration
the angel, the taste of sanctuary
I thought
about him
and all the people that I've met with kindness in their hearts.
I thought of how we are the product
the result
of the places we have been
the people we've chosen to listen to
the lessons we opened our hearts for
to learn.
the thoughts we chose to think about
again
and
again
until we came up with a better solution
or just a better thought.
the days we decided to swim against
the tide
the days we chose to take
the long way home
when we chose to listen to that moment of silence
and live within it.
there are many different roads that lead to many different places,
places you've never been.
many have dead ends, but you can sometimes turn around
and find another that will lead you to another new place.
our loneliness caught in the fires of passion
your logical mind behind a veil of desire
the songs that play the strings of your heart
what greater purpose is there
than to romanticize this life?
what more?
the reasons why knock at the door
but we are never
home
the asphault brings no relief tonight,
a place where a million miles of rubber has tread
my veins, a highway of their own
my heart, a city on fire
if I saw you on the street,
would I have you in my dreams tonight?
the key
to what could have
been
