We cannot stand to live any longer, the sun is dying, all we have left is an old testament rain pouring down. We began to wonder if we could captured life in a bottle, retain it long enough to defeat death at its own game, but what we were rewarded with is only a yearning to age, to mature, to lay at rest. As we all await for our expiration date to come, four-hundred years is much to long, maybe we will stumble upon a few of those bullets they had left behind.
– Josh Fleming
Inspired by and a few words taken and rearranged with my own from: Billy Collins, Horoscopes For The Dead
Image by: Yasu Sekimori