When Life was Honest Work: Circa 2010

In three weeks, I will be bidding farewell to my twenties.  I'm not sure how I feel about life at this point.  I'm worn, I'm weary, I'm exhausted.  I fall asleep at night if not for any other reason than to pardon myself from this world for several hours.  It seems I cannot cry anymore either.  I sleep to find escape and I cannot cry because the escape knows no longer duration.  So here I am tonight, reflecting . . . looking back at a time when life was, simply put, honest work. 

-September 2014 (photograph circa 2010)