it’s new, it’s different, I can make it exciting, if I only I don’t dwell on what is gone. photo / C S
I had the feeling that all my love poems had been given to strangers. Realizing this, I felt more alone and happier. I don’t know if I should be more careful. photo / Mira Heo
little by little, you become the sun. you shine the same way. some people have to turn away. photo / Britt Grimm
I still feel like an animal recovering from the wild how do you explain that at the dinner table? elegantly I suppose photo / Brandon C. Long
In reality, you know it never happened. You are waking up from the long bad dream, the same as before – unchanged, if only for the better. S harper, more colorful, more quiet.
Sometimes I feel time move me on. I feel weightless and small, but everywhere. I feel free? I could have been here. photo / Susanne Klostermann
it becomes more unbearable over the years as things get clearer and desire becomes hungry and and so many things it gets so foggy you wouldn’t believe photo / (x)99.
i found all the heartbreak already where does it come from, this bad trip? photo / (x)99.
with him, sharing nothing a goddess before him him, the one who loves the goddess she’s my prince on the road to anywhere photo / gabriela rosell
I was gonna sow your seeds you keep talking about winter about nuclear sun all i see is green turning brown photo / greg pths