The Youth Explosion

I have this idea of when i stop caring,
i’ll take a photo of it to remind myself that it wasn’t apathy.
it was the lack of emotion ( in the space ) between us.
it was focusing on this that has made it so hard,
a course that i wish i didn’t have to repeatedly drive through -
when i do care enough to remember -
i’ll probably forget to realize that it doesn’t matter.
one last time before the end?


courtesy of Scenes From Private Life