No sooner here, then gone (tragedy and want, expectation and need...the death of life)

A photograph reminds...a snapshot in the back of the mind of finer times. A memory cracked and faded by the rigors of life...blistered by the heat of anger, and the solitude of loneliness. Used and spent under the guise of temperament and the not-so-subtle use of our former shortcomings...we look back and see what's been so wrong, then walk right into the same situations...it's destructive tendencies I've learned to embrace, until suddenly...the end.

(((03)))