someday, the light will shine like a sun through my skin & they will say, what have you done with your life? & though there are many moments i think i will remember, in the end, i will be proud to say, i was one of us.
— story people
this pertains to the older guy too, the one that refuses to be photographed.
have a happy rest of your weekend flickr. i'm off to bed now that it's midnight. the unphotographable one is sleeping right next to me so i think it's time i call it a night.