Sunday, 11 November 2012

erratic clouds.



• The sky echoes my mind. There's something on fire - besides my heart - and the smoke is clouding my eyes, burning my eyes; what's true? The chill catches my breath, mimics the smoke, the clouds. At least I'm breathing. At least I'm still living when I want to fade like the smoke; like the clouds I want to rain down as something new. •




The beautiful skies earlier, and some words that I scribbled down as I watched. I am content.

12 comments

  1. they are so pretty, the second ones i'd like to wrap myself in <3

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  2. Really beautiful shots and wonderful words xoxo

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  3. Beautiful shots, content is an excellent thing to feel =) x

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  4. Beautiful pics and such nice words :) x

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  5. Wow stunning pictures!x

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  6. those words are beautiful, Lizzi xxx

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