TheNewSun

I am a glutton for punishment, and I'm starving for attention with no strings attached. But I've proved it time and again and again that I'm just a puppet on a string. You can touch me in bad weather or you can watch me fall apart. Maybe you'll come to me at night promising safety but there is no escaping the facts. I think that this is long overdue, I'll let you see my insides. You can get real close, close enough to see me shake. My veins are a testament to all the nights spent in your clutch. My photographs might not always be the person who I am. A product of over exposing the negatives and now everything is blurred.