a poetic passing
daily interactions stirred with dramatic doses.
social seasons in the clouds of cotton candy truths and sky high illusions. secretly savoring for the storm. the moment of raw truth. unfiltered and unpredictable consequences. It was supposed to punish you. the rust and the rot. but rather, the sour tasted bitter sweet. a un-forecasted freedom for flight. //
clearing skies
a gust of wind.
a blurry sight. the blinking to see it just right. a sky promising shapes to dream but your chosen flowing locks gives you a strand in the eye. and a loss to try. flying away with the days light. |
L o c a t i o nVillage of West Greenville
Railside Studios 46 Lois Avenue Studio F |
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