Dark Side of the Light

No song. bring me destruction with the dawn.

Nothing happens here. Blindness on the TV. Line upon line of static blur. A singular melancholy.

Outside rain splatters, Barely observed, Muffled by dirt on glass, Drowning out the words.

One moment now lost in time forever, Too loving for hell, too broken for heaven.

To wander so much, Yet wonder so little... Turn and turn and turn only on the self.

For I have seen it all, Yet felt nothing at all. What better restraints Than the knot of heart string?

All they do is unravel, All questions dissolving, Leave an echo of longing, with no one left to hear.

I am a Survivor. But of what exactly? Let me sleep. Dream. I can’t face the memory.

These are people, Places, without names. Distilled in this time, And lost what to say.

Written by David Quinn

Photography by Thalia Cosgrove