The Memo

memo

I left some notes up back on the wall, an empty theater to tell them all. What life I lived, what life I gave, what life I took. Most are scribblings of a child, of a man, who tried to live as he learned. To walk like fire, to burn this house down, to leave quietly in the night, as the smoke rises up through the ash.

Image and words by: Josh Fleming

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