It’s magic. It’s tragic.
The world is running but I’m static.
I can see it. I can feel it.
But it’s too far to reach.
What’s happening, I’m wandering.
Tired, exhausted. I’m giving it my all.
Every beat of my heart is a battle cry.
My soul is my weapon. But I’m not armed.
Open gate. Wire fence.
It’s like I am there. But, not quite yet.
Photography by NHB