I am confronted.
By loss.
It feels so permanent.
Today.
If someone could tell me.
Why that is so.
That.
Loss comes with permanence.
And.
Gain.
Well, that always comes.
(seemingly)
With a price.
That few of us.
Ever.
Really want.
(Or can)
Pay.
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And.
Even worse.
Is.
The frustration.
I feel.
When i can no longer.
Rely.
On my intellect.
To reason.
Myself.
Beyond.
The hurt.
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Its like my grandfather told me.
And only recently.
Feels more true.
Than ever before.
Time doesn’t heal.
But it gives distance.
And with distance.
Perspective.
And like life.
Photography continues to remind me.
That moments are fleeting.
And meaning.
Comes almost entirely.
From.
Perspective.
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Kill the weekend.
All of you.
G
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