You are my PixilationA Poem by Curtis WebsterMy love of numbers began with birthdays always wanting to round up 7 not 6,8 not 7,9 not 8, ... Imagining all the adult things I would do counting away each freshly baked age with the anticipation of another Anti-zen I guess As if my life was a faded black balloon on a string becoming accessible through a small leak of helium but since we have met moments have jumbled into blots of ink random photographs and fragrant air I want things to slow down my life to retard even invert Time has become pressing I selfishly want more time with you I can't imagine future because it means time passed I just want to keep experiencing this collage of moments (photography by Aulterego: )
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