The Late Night Oil

Burning the late night oil, the candle isn’t the only thing on fire.

Similar to the light dancing around the room, my mind knew how to groove too.

Riding along a train of thought that never seems to stop, but only buries its tracks in between the still moments of nothing, I stayed up.

When keeping the dream alive keeps me alive, the late night oil is more important than you realize.




Shirt by Calvin Klein | Joggers by Mark Ecko | Shoes by Creative Recreation
Photography by Johnny Rios | Editing by My Boy B

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