torchesforghosts:
... until he became his own sun.
torchesforghosts:
The sun, she held no answers...
torchesforghosts:
The Stillness Of Becoming The Desert
torchesforghosts:
And the sky opened like a pair of arms...
torchesforghosts:
A Very Serious Portrait
torchesforghosts:
.You can't take a picture of this, it's already gone.
torchesforghosts:
.What we call our destiny is truly our character .
torchesforghosts:
.I am the most tired woman in the world.
torchesforghosts:
.There is a question I have been wanting to understand the answer to.
torchesforghosts:
.oh, her eyes always fixing to tell me.
torchesforghosts:
.between us who are dying, already.
torchesforghosts:
Mary & Nyxie
torchesforghosts:
.whenever she turned her steep focus to me.
torchesforghosts:
.I have scarcely left you.
torchesforghosts:
.the moment our bodies met.
torchesforghosts:
.under your skin.
torchesforghosts:
.each day with so much ceremony.
torchesforghosts:
.In a patch of sunlight between the branches of a tree.
torchesforghosts:
Sunshine among the citrus roses
torchesforghosts:
Laughter always
torchesforghosts:
Omo
torchesforghosts:
aquatic filaments
torchesforghosts:
.as whales.
torchesforghosts:
.March days return with their covert light.
torchesforghosts:
forever holding his breath
torchesforghosts:
.so I wouldn’t forget the details.
torchesforghosts:
.I've got this feeling in my blood that I want more.
torchesforghosts:
the flower you tucked behind my ear
torchesforghosts:
eucalyptus moustache
torchesforghosts:
.I'm never able to move on.
