{ Amy }:
I never question what to do, it tells me what to do. The photographs make themselves with my help.
{ Amy }:
The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail; Far off a precise whistle is escheat To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale....
{ Amy }:
The clouds were like coloured smoke, which drifted on a dusky blue sea. and for those who saw them, they seemed to carry a thousand hopes each.
{ Amy }:
2/365: I carry you with me into the world, into the smell of rain & the words that dance between people & for me, it will always be this way, walking in the light, remembering being alive together
{ Amy }:
Well, the towns lay out across the dusty plains. Like graveyards filled with tombstones, waitin' for the names
{ Amy }:
Once she told me she was an ocean person & when she combed her fingers through the seaweed she heard the songs of the mermaids & it was easy to believe all the old stories.