A hundred yards to where it happened.
A hundred yards to that place, were you confessed and I fell for you
A hundred yards to where it began, unexpected, I was nothing to you, you where only slightly more to me, until that night.
Two interlopers, two never really part of that crowd, tolerated maybe, ripe for indoctrination sure, but we would not let that happen, we didn't know it then, or maybe we did but hadn't realised it, only having the slightest inkling that we would cling to each other instead of them.
A hundred miles from where it happened
A hundred miles were we you pretend it was normal and I clinged onto the hope it was
A hundred miles to where it ended, inevitably, I was too much for you, you, not enough for me until that night
Two actors, standing in front of the crowd, some unknown, some real, some keeping up appearances, it was all held together will lies, and memories, and perhaps the hope that it would be again what it was before, but we knew it couldn't be, we had hurt each other to many times to forget all of that to more on to keep pretending.
Photograph Taken in Barwon Head with a Fujifilm X-T3 in August 2021