This Is Your Life And Its Ending

The Photographer In My Head Says: Give Me Peace. Flash. Give Me Release. Flash.

We're So Structured And Micromanaged, This Isn't A World Anymore, It's A Damn Cruise Ship.

If You Flee From The Things You Fear, There's No Resolution.

If The Living Are Haunted By The Dead, Then The Dead Are Haunted By Their Own Mistakes.

It's Not Love Or Anything, But I Think I Like You, Too.