It looks like headlights
But its not
It’s just
Not
Memories
Chopped up
Lazily spat out
Never to be
Fully
Told
So much
Has been left behind
Lived
…
Beyond
And the stories keep coming
The moments are
Always better
Always
More real
More
Honest
More
Needed
Because they are
Now
They are
Important
And when it is that they aren’t…
Well,
That’s the end
The second they
Stop
Progressing
We
…
And then she hopped on my back and we ran away.
Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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