Getting high used to be like how you imagine heaven. Pure light. The perfection of it all. Even in me. Then I got lost. Kept trying to climb higher. Get closer to that light. Like an endless ladder where all you do is get further and further away.
I see you pretending to be something that you’re not. You don’t have to. You’re already perfect.[to Lucifer]
Photographs are so ironically impermanent. They capture one moment in time to perfection. A painting can capture eternity.