Homeless vets, vacant lots, distant teens, all we got, the illusion of time with spinning clocks… always watching the door, for the next shot, kids hiding in corners, under desks, drugs on every block, and the tired cops throwing weight on the color of night, all while we give up the fight. Meanwhile, they’re scared for their life. Every minute earned, every pause, broken answers for a world unfurled, this price, no matter which side views wrong as right. We’ll pay with our minds, not our lives.
We’re falling away from perfect, my favorite part. Keep you close to my heart.
photo credit: Seo, Young-Deok – 2013