Around 3am

(taken with 120 Film Isolete Camera, camera made in 1949)

sometimes we bet wrong...

We Look to other people for inspiration.  Most of the time, their words describe our lives better.  We don't want people to see what we feel but what other's feel and that we relate to them.  We let others encrypt our lives with poems of love and pain.  We are not blunt.  We are not solid.  We write everything and anything with another meaning behind it.  Allegorically speaking, we don't really mean what is written.  Nothing is explained.  Everyone is a ghost writer.  Who is it really that is writing?  No one will ever know.