may the stormy black sky chase the tears away from your eyes, now lying among your scattered fragments from this never ending fall, despite your broken wings it’s not the end though not the end.
Étiquette : plage
own reality
it’s not what you’ll display, it’s how you will express, the hidden part of you.
sand of life
escaped from the hourglass of time, it has rained tiny grains of earth, composing with nothing to make everything.
from here, somewhere & nowhere 