Dear Awe,
There is this precipice by which the eternal clandestine takes shape. How a soul can withstand to buckle under this beatrice of a glorious nocturn, as it begins anew, igniting my deepest pedigree for the arabesque of splintering stars sawing through the storm filled skin of an opaque charcoal night.
A Blessing.
~S~
Whirlpool Galaxy
There is this precipice by which the eternal clandestine takes shape. How a soul can withstand to buckle under this beatrice of a glorious nocturn, as it begins anew, igniting my deepest pedigree for the arabesque of splintering stars sawing through the storm filled skin of an opaque charcoal night.
A Blessing.
~S~
Whirlpool Galaxy
kristie:
This picture makes me feel like I can't breath.
kristie:
