I wonder how the darkness reads us, how the sunlight receives us, as nature reverses, and oxygen breathes us…When shall I find you? Where everything is flipped in opposites and contrast paintings…we’re so different, why should we be the same? I don’t want identity defined by anyone elses’ name. “Carpe Diem, Memento Mori…” There is no beginning or end to our story. I feel ages past, and centuries ahead… In memories of when I should have been dead, You are with me, in every single one…The darkness and the light, the day and the night, the wrong and the right, the death and the flight… ❤