Saturday, May 2, 2009

Te Busque.



At what point did losing myself to find someone else become synonymous?

 

Lost in the dark, lost in the light.

 Misguided directions and an obscure sight


 Maybe another place and time things would all make sense.  

Or, does it all make sense and my eyes won’t let me see?

 I’ve asked for answers, and prayed for truth. 

 Killed confessions and an eradicated youth.

 Mixed emotions and a tattered heart. 

My very essence decayed over time. 

Over you.

Over me.

Over everything I once believed.

 You witnessed a murder and I let it die.

We’ve both been felons to this homicide.


Photography by Adnan Mahmud

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