Young eyes, once twinkling lights of hope and promise, give way to fading dreams.
Aging outer shells, no longer impenetrable barriers between health and disease
Malignancy devastates foundation, slowly depleting lifetimes of confidence and optimism
Despair waits hopelessly for renew
And for repair that never arrives.
Alas, around the next turn awaits the end.
Its embrace is certain.
As certain as time itself.
*Photos by Sunday Kaminski. The text, well, I’m the guilty party.