Saturday, May 01, 2010

i can touch you but you are not real

i always have this impulse to photograph you.  not in the way that the paparazzi want to document a phenomena from the outside, but in the way that i selfishly want to take a part of you and keep it to myself.

if only cameras did steal a piece of your soul.

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)

we talk about real people.  conventionally, real people have jobs and responsibilities and have graduated.  but we say it in another way, usage evolving under the surface.

real people are not addicts. i want to say neither of us are real, but you can fly so much higher than i can.

Free me, leave me
Watch me as I'm going down
Free me, see me
Look at me, I'm falling and I'm falling.

i want to trust that you can get up from your fall