Your perceptions are my deceptions, a deficit of attention, distracted by time and thoughts that crowd our mind. To face what’s left behind in the wake of all these lies. Our lives are just a passing moment in your wandering eye, casting no judgments for deeds committed. As you let yourself die, so others may live. One cannot hold such love for so long, passing it over to the next. All I ask is that I have my little piece of this mind, even if its just a dream. I wish to sleep a few more hours before I awake.
Image and Words by: Josh Fleming