I did a street photography photoshoot today and happened across a live band today. The weird part?
Grief and a knowing that I miss my friend like hell. It’s weird it’s been nearly four years now but fuck it’s still raw and I’ve come to the conclusion that sometimes there are going to be times I will be reminded of him and how much I miss him being a part of my life. Live bands fuck me over, especially when it’s similar to his style of music.
I went to a lot of his band nights in support and also because I absolutely love live gigs.
So I stayed and I took photos and I just sat there and listened and enjoyed.
And I remembered.I got sad and then …
And for a moment I smiled and I spoke to him. Apart from the fact that i probably looked like a fruitloop talking to the air …. I remembered the good stuff. You never know how much someone means to you until they are gone.
Cherish that.
“I wish you were here”



















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