Memories, etched in reality or fantasy, are still mysteries to be solved


And just like clothing cut from the finest cloth, they are grand and bold



...


I begin to reflect upon my purest thoughts


Untapped, intentional, unsettled



They begin to leave me distraught


Or is this just another forethought?



They are clear, almost tangible


But still far, almost unimaginable



I ask myself, is this even palpable?



I am my thoughts, and my thoughts are me



My reality will never be like it used to be...



WRITING & CREATIVE DIRECTION Bradley J. Eaton 


 PHOTOGRAPHY Matthew Eaton 


 STYLING Donovan Faranando 


 MODELS Channon, Emmanual, Geraldo