sestdiena, 2012. gada 31. marts

mapping wounds.


With every eye look helplessly falling deeper in the loveliness of your existence. Warmness clasps with physical ubiquity when the stature of yours plays within danger zone of mine and cold draught goes through my bones when you have left.
Mind plays you as a movie. Going back and forwards. Touching, singular, breath taking, absurd in its simplicity.

You are the movie but you play me. 












agnes.

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