They said they would come, but they never did. Always the lights in the distance, coming on then going off, continuing down this dark road. Passing by our lives, existing in a moment, before we are gone to. Always coming on and going off, this switch of fate. Who decides, who’s coming, who’s going, is there an operator or is it just a trip in the breaker.

– Josh Fleming

Poem Inspired by this image: https://www.flickr.com/photos/laurennicole81/14277819122/


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