"On Holiday"
Waking up in a half empty bed over three hundred and sixty five times within the year- it is no way to exist- pillows become men and women who’ve claimed a home in (t)his heart. Watch the bed fold as a map does, connecting sheet corners like state borders. A fullness, a security born in desire to lessen the space. While the man becomes engulfed to the realistically ghosted residents within (t)his heart, the three hundred and sixty five sunrises are seemingly the emptiest while on Holiday.
d.r. 10.15.15
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 4:34 AM UTC
"On Holiday"
Waking up in a half empty bed over three hundred and sixty five times within the year- it is no way to exist- pillows become men and women who’ve claimed a home in (t)his heart. Watch the bed fold as a map does, connecting sheet corners like state borders. A fullness, a security born in desire to lessen the space. While the man becomes engulfed to the realistically ghosted residents within (t)his heart, the three hundred and sixty five sunrises are seemingly the emptiest while on Holiday.
d.r. 10.15.15
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