52 Heart Pickup

Theres an opposite to deja vu. They call it jamais vu. It's when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first time. Everybody is a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar. Jamais Vu reminds me of the mirror in my bathroom.

This isn't learning from my mistakes anymore so much as it is damage control. I might as well be trying to paint a house that's on fire.

I don't draw short straws, I photograph them. I take shots in the dark because that's where I feel that I'm kept. Someone please fill my hopes with helium. At least that way someone will have an excuse for pulling me down. Happiness has become just guarding yourself from the facts.

mor(t)ality.