Autumn crisp. The glow and fade. The change and color. The leaves dance before they die. Little tiny reminders…

Winter Brisk. The scent of her perfume is still in your scarf from the last time you kissed. The night and the day show no difference. Haunted and reflective. Careful steps on your walk home. Liqour or coffee?

Spring Enlarge. Pink. God’s confirmation. Congratulations. Was it that hard? You gain more for your time lost right? The blinking eyes of the awakening.The tears from a hard yawn.

Summer… Abundance of time. Not enough blood for the go though. Day glow. Embossed and glossy. Sweet taste and pugent stench. Sadness can still greet you, it just plays to brighter music. Hot and dense. Beautiful as ever. Tortured and happy. How we lie to ourselves.

But time passes. The pieces we leave of ourselves litter our steps. The words burned in our memories.

The words burned in our honour. Our lives the remains of the constant change. Seasons.




In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.
Leonardo da Vinci (via diaphanee)




Photo by David La Chapelle


Kesh x Todd James