While walking with good friend of mine along a lonely path location on the insides of a city she reaches out and for no reason at all takes my hand. We continue walking without words. None needed. A house comes upon us. I take a picture. This is the picture. Somehow the perfect representation of the moment. What lay inside this window? I will never know.
for a boy who never loved his fingers were to strong for a girl who never dared her fist did not just hit the table