the love of a bike ride

I Live Here

cloud-shaped communication

 here

 

 living within an apathetic moment

water

it smells like summer

 

it feels like waiting

ispirazione

lately we have been listening to
dark,
folk poetry

horse feathers 

the way in which we grow

i am an experiential being

 

photograph by eriver hijano  

la vista

in the darkness of a  pocket, 

clutched in the spaces between fingers,

smuggled over a border,

mirrored in the colour of your eyes,

escaping from the moisture of my mouth.

.we 

are 

all 

hiding 

something.

to be the Tallest on Earth

it was everything i wanted it to be

- i try not to have expectations-

why am i scared

why do you care