The procession went smoothly, the lights low and dim.The inspiration: The inspiration for this picture was definitely the mask. I've had it sitting on my dresser for weeks – I found it while helping clean one of my school drama rooms at the end of the year and asked if I could keep it, thinking that I could definitely use it in a photoshoot some time in the future. Yeah, well, I did. Just a couple months in the future. See, I knew that I could create something artistic and wonderful with the mask, but I couldn't decide what. And I was scared of ruining the mask in a not-so-good shoot (it was already broken) and then having no mask whatsoever. I couldn't decide whether to wear it, write on it, smash it, burn it, etc. See how many possibilities there are? It was like having a free pie coupon and then having to choose which flavour ( kind of like that).
I raised my clear glass and I toast times to heaven,
But you're not the same love that I used to know.
Well, I'll break this guitar and board up these windows.
Just make sure they know that I won't return.
With my bloody lips, and your broken arms,
We'll turn into one and we'll sing the same song.
With my sinking feet and your heavy heart,
No don't you start. no don't you start this again.
This house screams of memories and half-written songs,
With the chance of completion depending on love.
This disconnected phone, well, it is seldom to speak.
Although, when it does it's so harsh and complete.