O father Saturn Your cold teaches me the safety of closed doors I carve another pathway for fear Evading death through discipline Falling in love with the solitary nature of dawn How the cold of the morning separates every cell Sharp and exalted
whatever you broadcast into the field is your experiment with destiny photos / Tsunaina Limbu for Models.com, shot by Barnaby Roper & Soviet Postcards 1970s Moscow by Night, respectively, via tumblr words / http://www.becomingsupernatural.com/meditation-information/
our love it seems is but the length of a dream and not a moment longer
I’ve been uprooted so many times I don’t know how to grow anymore Voyager II · Horizon photo / unknown via Tumblr
. who will inherit the Earth? You or I? you didn’t have to hurt me all those ways maybe you did . photographs / unknown .
. subtlety and intricacy less surface more unseen with ties to roots and the edge translating dreams here . photo / Polina Washington
. my light was everywhere, i only needed her to show me. it was there before, and as i find, it is there, after. .
. words and songs follow me trailing from your tails I hear them, take them in then they disappear into the same abyss . photo / Olivia Bee
. your wildflowers will be here without you you’re warning of someone behind me . photo / Lana Prins
Perhaps you’re the wilderness that waits within me Perhaps an other mystery, I open beneath you. writing / PAUL TRAN