Girls in Love: Sunken In (2015-16)

Photo taken by a former lover in 2015
Journal entry from 2016

Find me the world you live in, where your ship turns skywards and the sheer force of your will sends you through the layers of the atmosphere. I want to go with you. Let me join you while you cruise through the unpaved antigravity roads; I want to look down on the rest of the world and laugh too.

Let's leave this barren planet and promise everyone that we will return one day. Let's find promised lands, so fertile that there is no need to replant what we take. Let's promise time that we will obey its will, when in fact we've discovered the Fountain of Youth. Let's call our space ship The Ponce de Leon. Let's crash it.

Allow me to hurt you and I promise I won't. Grant me permission to feel something and feel it with me. We don't have to feel it for long. Let's get caught in the doldrums of life and know that we can create our own winds if we need to. Let's leave. Let's fly, walk, cruise to lands and pretend we are conquerors. Let our flags be the footprints we leave in the soil. Let our treasures be the leaves we find in our hair after rolling around in the earth.

Let's create a language of our own where we trace lines across the landscapes of our bodies. Let words be words. Let them be nothing more. Let's not speak. Let words be what our lips do. Let love be what our lips do. Let's pretend. Let's never leave the pretending. Let's kill our obligations with the sword of adolescence.