dark gaze, blossoming red underneath the furious of all fires

with lips of despair, the creatures roam the ground among the living 

where is there more light than the darkest of all planets 

more death than the liveliest of all atmospheres 

bare bones, their cages cast to the soil, a sacrifice

her crown of crimson, pulled to pieces 

as they whispered with the fleeting voice of silence

s p e r a m u s 

 

 

underneath the lime tree

this weekend kohl and i did some more exploring. this place, from what we assumed, was meant to be a basketball court. the plants here are especially interesting. there were blueberry-like plants, purple vines, and some annoying thorns that stick onto your clothes. i had about a million on my skirt. it was a really nice weekend to relax, spend time with friends, take pictures, and it was so nice to have time to edit them! all i need is for one person to come back here and be with be again. twenty six days and counting. 

( p.s the title of this post comes from a song that you should listen to)

 

roaming aimlessly

there are days, many of them, when kohl and i are hopelessly bored. so we hop on his motorbike, camera in hand, to find places to take pictures. he's also been obsessing about a tree tattoo that you can see drawn on his calve on the picture below. we're always surprised with the places we find. so we'll continue exploring this town to find the hidden places to photograph. we're also so excited, me especially, that lukas is coming back in twenty seven days! i've missed him the whole summer. so in four weeks, he'll finally be with us taking pictures! 

"Hang your high idea in the sky"

tattoo obsession 

loneliness 

consumes me

bitterness
invades my heart

can one resent

oneself this much?

blood tears,
drip from eyes
onto secret

pages 

what is this emptiness 

that preys on me?

my cheeks, motionless

my lips moan

selfish cries

my body sways

to remedy the aching

none - but you 

could love

me 

awake my soul

home is a word that i often struggle with. there is not a place that i could whole heartedly call my home. every place i have lived has a little bit of me. even the places that i dont remember. they have those lost memories that i can no longer recall. though possibly, if i were to go back, they would return to me. or maybe they are forever binded to the walls and the roof that once sheltered me. little bits of home are also in the hearts of people that i have come to love. i feel scattered sometimes, incomplete. as if my heart could not bare to lose another piece. but i continue to love, i continue to give, i continue to feel like i'm losing myself. but am i really losing myself when others are giving me part of their life, their heart. somehow i am mended again. somehow it feels as though this is the way that life was meant to be. to lose your heart with the risk of no return. but when it is returned, its not yours. its pieces of the people you love mended all in one, given back to you.

photos by kohl
edited by me

top: H&M
belt: thrift store
skirt: Hardware
Shoes: Mondo 

kohl, my neighborboy whom i've been spending every single day with since i've been back.