blurred reflections....

You haven't looked at me that way in years

You dreamed me up and left me here

How long was I dreaming for

What was it you wanted me for

You haven't looked at me that way in years

Your watch has stopped and the pond is clear

Someone turn the lights back on

I'll love you til all time is gone

You haven't looked at me that way in years

But I'm still here.

Tom Waits

4 am feeds on a loneliness wrought with serpentine emotions which tend to hide away during daylight. Night watches time differently as it moves in a dream state. It filters our reflections and fears through glass altering truth. We may have moments of clarity in the deep forest of the dark night, but for the most part the monsters of internal doubt blur our sleep deprived imaginations. Lost love wraps itself in the misery of wet tears and the curling smoke from the end of your last cigarette.

Another offering of the photographic theme.....blur. For more, check out Carmi's blog....just click on the link from my sidebar.