Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

...because some of it is pretty and some of it is not.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Loneliness, Part 5


I wake to the sound of a radio scratching out sounds in a distant room.  A woman is singing in her whiskey voice that she plans to take my love for her and run away without me.  The song ends with a single drum beat that sound like a door slamming against silence on both sides.

I have been here before.

--Mitchell Hegman

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