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They’ll try to carry on through with their swords, which bend the pages that turn its dogma. It’s not in the shield you find love.

Photography By Ryan Boos

The bold shadow expressed through a crisp gold sun, reveals a pawn transcending a chameleon. They took its essence, and endured the catatonic minutiae of daily feedlots in a paid parking structure. The accused raced his horse, which equaled a heart. They fawned and its suspect came through a vineyard of cold spoils.Their face structure peeled consistent indifference, and attempted to be another face. But that smile is too tough to burn, and too inept to swear off newness on another level. They’ll  try to carry on through with their swords, which bend the pages that turn its dogma. It’s not in the shield you find love, but the bastards expression will take you there, convincingly.

Moments are like bridges. The tough part is knowing which ones to burn, and which one’s to cross. In the end you trust what you know, which is what you see. An action speaks more than any  group of words. Multiple actions add up to tell a story, the hope is that within it, you learn something about yourself, and about the way in which you convey your actions. Essentially creating a full circle, inevitably equaling what amounts to your life. I only hope that in the end my actions create a distance which suggests an obvious lesson in learning from my mistakes. Not for anything else but a hope that true peace will be afforded to me.

So far so good I think.

 

 

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