But, Love

IMG_0912 I find myself in a refuge, which has bound my most precious memories. The skies have fallen and I can feel the kill slowly inching its demons up the crevasses of my back.

But love, yeah that shit, tight and gripped like a serpents last taste has saved us. Whether it be love with her or him or it or they or today or yesterday or fuck it. Its love that will bind your most precious memories.

-somewhere on the Brooklyn Bridge