midnight & often.

Things are scrambled now

Like a wild haunting fire

& burning ever the same

Nothing winds down while

Holding on so tightly

Flowers named Jenny

Look like us neath the moon

When we were twisted & bright

In black waters.

Let us sail this sea, no harboring.

Did you write this? If so, you are extremely talented, and that photo is just haunting. Great blog!

hello, yes all the words (and some of the photos) on this blog are written by me. thank you so much for your compliments. xx

your blog, your photos and words - it's all SO enchanting and pretty. i love it.