Saturday, January 26, 2008

photobooth

all the different faces we make, frozen by each frame. all the different faces, stilled and still the same. i kissed you once, and in a flash it became permanent. nothing and no one is permanent. but still. still.

we fall out through the curtains, into the fall-out of all that surrounds us. still moving, beating, breathing. we are still moving, beating, breathing. instilled in the stills of a moment long lost on us. permanent. permanently upon us. frozen in space, a transmission looped. in this game of satellite, we circle around. permanent. nothing and no one is permanent. but we are instilled in the still of a moment.

i kissed you once.