on drives home

i’m so locked up

it’s like

i don’t
exist

sometimes

much love,

zoe

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This entry was published on October 25, 2012 at 10:15 pm. It’s filed under creative conversation, emotions and stuff, head trips, honest conversation, life, photography, poetry, rambles and writing, words, writing and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

One thought on “on drives home

  1. Yep, that feeling…I am so with you! Just to let you know, though…your words and photography capture life so beautifully that I can assure you…you exist, you exist! Even when you can’t see it.

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