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Friday, March 28, 2003

Imagine yourself searching for someone who has always been lost to you, in a world that does not make sense
without them.
A world with misshapen clouds, skies that are always the wrong color, and winds that blow so hard your skin feels loose against your bones.
You are alone.

Now,
Imagine that you've been searching for so many years, that time has circled back on itself and clocks twist their hands to catch up.
You are walking alone on rain starved earth, you thirst like you have never tasted water and your throat is coated in sand.
And then, half buried beneath a wind blown dune,
you see a photo.
When you bend to pick it up, the breeze lifts and carries it away, you run to it but your legs are heavy, the sand deep.

You catch it.
In this white photo, a pink dress, a smile, blonde hair in curls and a look of happiness.
Someone who for some reason makes you feel better, makes you feel safe and sane and free;
and then, inside the boundries of the photo's frame, the person moves.
They look to you, their eyes read you and they slowly whisper.
They comfort you, and they say sweet nothings that somehow make the clouds look soft,
and the sky blue again.
Now, they make you cry, and your tears burn your cheeks...it's been so long since you've let yourself.

Now,
imagine,
all you want to is just to know what she smells like, the softness of her hair on your palm,
how she laughs, how her tears feel dripping on your shoulder,
or how far her fingers can wrap around your hand when you walk together.
Imagine that you can't,
and you look up and you realize the clouds are still jagged, and the sky still muddy colors that do not belong.

Alone, you realize that standing between you and those feelings, is the glossy cover of a photo.
A boundary of gelatin, images of silver halide.
She is smiling at me, a calm inside a world of wrong;
but I cannot touch her.

I wake up with tear stained eyes, and a breath I can not catch.

--My Dream Last Night--

eloquently said by

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Friday, March 28, 2003 Imagine This... Imagine yourself searching for someone who has always been lost to you, in a world that does not make sense without them. A world with misshapen clouds, skies that are always the wrong color, and winds that blow so hard your skin feels loose against your bones. You are alone. Now, Imagine that you've been searching for so many years, that time has circled back on itself and clocks twist their hands to catch up. You are walking alone on rain starved earth, you thirst like you have never tasted water and your throat is coated in sand. And then, half buried beneath a wind blown dune, you see a photo. When you bend to pick it up, the breeze lifts and carries it away, you run to it but your legs are heavy, the sand deep. You catch it. In this white photo, a pink dress, a smile, blonde hair in curls and a look of happiness. Someone who for some reason makes you feel better, makes you feel safe and sane and free; and then, inside the boundries of the photo's frame, the person moves. They look to you, their eyes read you and they slowly whisper. They comfort you, and they say sweet nothings that somehow make the clouds look soft, and the sky blue again. Now, they make you cry, and your tears burn your cheeks...it's been so long since you've let yourself. Now, imagine, all you want to is just to know what she smells like, the softness of her hair on your palm, how she laughs, how her tears feel dripping on your shoulder, or how far her fingers can wrap around your hand when you walk together. Imagine that you can't, and you look up and you realize the clouds are still jagged, and the sky still muddy colors that do not belong. Alone, you realize that standing between you and those feelings, is the glossy cover of a photo. A boundary of gelatin, images of silver halide. She is smiling at me, a calm inside a world of wrong; but I cannot touch her. I wake up with tear stained eyes, and a breath I can not catch. --My Dream Last Night-- eloquently said by \| 1:05 PM \| \| \|	Tyler Knott Productions Tyler Knott Photography Vimeo Tumblr Twitter Clutch Del.icio.us MySpace Last.fm LinkedIn Resumé Atom Feed Twitters follow me on Twitter Horizon Expanders McGraw Donovan Dave Morin Flickr Blog Jaymie Keller Kevin Casey Nate Warner Rachel Hoffenberg Sarah Joelle Sarah Joelle's Music My Photography Past Downpours September 2008 August 2008 July 2008 June 2008 May 2008 April 2008 March 2008 February 2008 January 2008 December 2007 November 2007 October 2007 September 2007 August 2007 July 2007 June 2007 May 2007 April 2007 March 2007 February 2007 January 2007 December 2006 November 2006 October 2006 September 2006 August 2006 July 2006 June 2006 May 2006 April 2006 March 2006 February 2006 January 2006 December 2005 November 2005 October 2005 September 2005 August 2005 July 2005 June 2005 May 2005 April 2005 March 2005 February 2005 January 2005 December 2004 November 2004 October 2004 September 2004 August 2004 July 2004 June 2004 May 2004 April 2004 March 2004 February 2004 January 2004 December 2003 November 2003 October 2003 September 2003 August 2003 July 2003 June 2003 May 2003 April 2003 March 2003 Copyright This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License.