Fortune favors the bold.

Photography. Poetry. Prose. Wanderlust. Sad but trying.

[expressions-of-nature]

by Petr Kosykh

[remanence-of-love]

[santa-ana-winds]

[landsccape]

[mundo-magico]

[maureen2musings]

Catching morning light

withgar

[landsccape]

[yourfriendlycourtjester]

x

Do you still love me?

I know I am nothing but rot,

Passing by in silence,

And I can't remember the taste of you,

But is it me, still?

Do I keep you up,

Or have I been replaced?

What tenderness have they offered you,

When my touch is cold and black,

When it takes all that I have,

Not to bleed on everything I find-

Is it me, still?

It's so quiet,

My heartbeat echos in this damned room.

You tasted of the stars and old books,

I think, I think.

My mouth is full of ash.

x

[maviyenot]

[tiremascriancasdasala]

Gatinhos.

[signedthemoon]

— isa b. excerpt from my poem, "it will remain"

[unreadable]

[kissmexslowly]

need to fall into arms that fill me with love and warmth

[matchagirl]

[dualvoidanima]

[remanence-of-love]

[expressions-of-nature]

by Shigeichi

[expressions-of-nature]

Shogawa Gorge, Japan by Paintbox