The camera can lie...

The camera can lie and so can the eyes. Is that why you look away from me? I’ve read that picture of yours time and again. I am wide awake. Could you be any more…? The hours seem longer, the accomplishments less important. The residue of our civilization is a fascinating film of stardust and mercury rising. It’s not how many races you’ve won. It’s how far you go. It’s not how far you go. It’s how many races you’ve begun, how many rose petals you’ve plucked, the number of times you’ve shaved. The number of times you colored your hair, the number of people you’ve forgiven, and the way you shake isolated parts of your body. I got to know you that way – in a one life to live kind of scenario without the Shakespeare’s and the regret. When we reach those prophetic moments, it’s good to sit on the trunk of your car and stare directly at the sun. He has burnt my face and I never argue about taste.