{i wrote this after i died}
On Instagram, I follow a lot of design accounts to spur on my creative muse. In this case, my writer's muse was wholly inspired by a photo edit I saw with this same tagline pieced together with newspaper snippets.
the following piece ensued not long after.
{i wrote this after i died}
sour with love and old regrets
You were a photograph in waiting
I was the beat up frame you used to wait in
Forever.
Something about the way this works
Something about the weather
Something about the way this hurts
Something about forever.
Something in mystery
Something right in front of me
Something in the way the world will always turn.
Looking back, all in vivid La gazette
Sour with love and all of my old regrets
I can’t believe I never lived
Before I left.
Opened up a photo book
Looked at all the lives
Time took.
Remembered that today
Is just a chance.
So when I meet the dirt one day
And all my fears fall on decay
Can I begin to overcome
My resonance?
Something in the mystery
Something right in front of me
Something in the way the world will always turn.
Looking back, all in vivid La gazette
Sour with love and all of my old regrets
I won’t end up as second best,
Ill take a chance and end up
Where I was
Before I left.