evitae

One cloudy day after the other, flowers do not bloom, closed up for so long, ravaged by wind and rain. Even once clouds pass, flowers fail to blossom, Apollo’s fiery gaze as capable of destruction as of creation, so many fallen petals a testament to a slow death. What was once vibrant reduced at once [...]

I don’t know how I got here, this dark, dank place. I’ve become so consumed with you that I fail to see anything or anyone else. Yet, tunnel vision results in not really seeing much at all. Instead what stands afar is an illusion that is so convincing that I deny the ways my image [...]