you weep. i touch your face with cold fingers; freezing your tears, little ice moulds melting on the surface of your warm cheeks. trace the hundred year old spirals engraved in the wood, how does it feel to die? i say, you pull me down. woodchips littering the dirt sown ground, hair damp from overnight rain and overused tears i let you count my ribs in pairs if it brings you peace. death feels like lying here, babe, being one with the soil
this is amazing.
I really believe that the excerpt there suits the shot very well
It reminds me of Peter Pan a little.
With the greenery, and I saw "to die" and then automatically began thinking of a quote of his "to die would be an awfully big adventure."
Regardless, I love it even if it's not peter pan : )
wonderful work
I really believe that the excerpt there suits the shot very well
It reminds me of Peter Pan a little.
With the greenery, and I saw "to die" and then automatically began thinking of a quote of his "to die would be an awfully big adventure."
Regardless, I love it even if it's not peter pan : )
wonderful work
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you're most welcome.
I really do love this
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