moving photographs

I feel alive

Rachel is looking at me.. 

she knows where we are going but also doesn't,..... like me.

I felt a new page born from the blues, booze, bruises of blood dipped into a chrome paper kiss....

She day dreamed into the wild frontier country day light..

Gaff didn't have to make this.....

thank you.... 

who are you?

 this is not narrative but only a Hallucinogen notion