

often timesoften times
curling vines are my fingers turning back on themselves and creeping up the wall of my bedroom to find cracks and escape to the unwavering light that shines on the wall through your looking glass eyes full of sky and falling diamonds that scatter with piano sounds onto the knotted hardwood floor beneath my nervous feet that leave shadows like mice and night time creatures which linger in the corners of my house you chase them from the fire place with a flashlight to your wide-grin face and jeering angles of light on dark on skin and bones that you swear will be buried ne
Ghosts| eighteen // QCA photography student // Nikon D80 + kit inspired by.. light, form, texture, melody, lyrics, romance, intimacy, isolation, childhood, nature, urban landscapes, film, public transport, the everyday, derek henderson, julie pike.. Model Mayhem | Carbonmade |
xo!
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