. my light was everywhere, i only needed her to show me. it was there before, and as i find, it is there, after. .
. like embracing the naked body of darkness sometimes you just have to make the most of that ghost . photo / Tamara Lichtenstein
Remembering her face but that’s the end of that
her skin’s as soft as that of certain fruits, you almost can’t grasp her
No one expected me. Everything awaited me
There is no island above. It’s just blue, blue.