Keys

© Emily E. Johnson

"Symbols abound in our modern world
everyday objects that one often sees.
But few things have such layers of meaning
as a simple ring with a pair of keys.

What do they open, what barriers destroy?
what engines do they bid to wake?
what object have they for so long protected,
that someone would otherwise take?

Or perhaps they exist purely in concept,
The abandoned keys to a persons heart
And should they unlock that long-hidden treasure
That someone would have a new start."
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I don't want to be the worm anymore.

Artbook. Clearly I'm a photo major for a reason.

A Keepsake

For luck, or naught.
© Emily E. Johnson

16 February

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"What it all means, I don't know"

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January 18th.

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I've come to take these days with a grain of salt,
the fault is my own and I wear it well,
baring its' burdens in my own sort of fashion
of self reflection
of deep conviction.
An imagination run too far beyond tangible truths.
Flickering scenes behind a glassy gaze
from too long staring out this windows' pains
at a world beyond reach,
bound by the roots that sleep beneath these ever pacing feet.
Fever dreams 'til the grey light of a new dawn,
greeting each in a cold sweat of uncertainty.
What it all means, I don't know.
A series of intricate webs trap these vaguely lingering scenes from above this mess of tangled sheets, and my mind reels with the realness of it all,
its' likeness to reality.
Silently, begging nine more minutes, please.
And the alarm sounds.

Just for fun

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