looking at the world through fuzzy eyes in the sun, my sun, the air reminds me of old dreams, slightly rusted with an aged hint of love hanging on them but no longer the real texture of it. creases appear suddenly, and it's best not to be ashamed. the evening breeze feels like an empty promise, but i still hang on to it...
moments worth capturing: sinking into the indian ocean under the milky way, contemplating sails & watching fires explode in the sky; each one of them heavy with a story; all of them stories to take out of the year & burn in glory. feelings of completeness come at you suddenly, & it's hard not to drown in them. how powerful that is. a...
