reflections – bernard barnes . artist . writer

The wandering lover’s final, lingering hope

look for her with self-imposed singularity set yourself, like a ball on the tee destined for impact air, hover, and fall the fall is disappointment emptiness, doubt, and pain avoid the fall accept she’s gone

reflections of me

these people they aren’t real human beings simply reflections visions of what I could have looked like if I’d eaten more cake eaten less cake gone back to school biked more decided yellow was my favourite learned to juggle learned to settle gave up never took no for an answer