Saturday, 8 December 2012

Words

Dear words,

I don't know where I would be, who I would be, Without you. Thank you.

We sleep together and wake up apart; we are the see-through smile on this black canvas.

granted avalanche

when we arrived  the amulet was damaged and  broke the moments erased. the moment you get out of that. it has left our warped feeling of wha...