Sadly when I exported the image it destroyed the quality :( but anyways BONE SPIRE

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Sadly when I exported the image it destroyed the quality :( but anyways BONE SPIRE
This week I talk about 'The Skeleton Of Color', EPIC Invisible Pieces, Andy C + Artists that will blow your mind! See the full video on YT or FB @opfilmandphotography :) #opfilmandphotography #surrealflix #photography #film #youtuber #awesome #art #smiley #print #vlogger #timelapse #amen4tekno #bedford #bristol #blackswan #theskeleton #color #epic #invisiblepieces #weeklyvlog #shamanictechnology #fireworks #andyc #valleyoftheshadows #stephenkruse #inklings (at Bristol, United Kingdom)
Maybe the SKELETON that appeared was really just the friends we made along the way
i cant sleep. The Skeleton
#TheSkeleton #TheBuildingsBones #NotDC #StillUnseen (at Penn Station Baltimore) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl7aIkuNbXq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
#laughing #everlastingly #alanwatts #gkchesterton #theskeleton #goldleaves (at Córdoba, Argentina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKQBk6Xh15r/?igshid=opd9w55n7yy5
#Mankind #MrSocko and #TheSkeleton (at Sandy, Bedfordshire)
Let me tell you a story of an unusual skeleton, digging and searching for an exit button. Locked up in the wall of nothing but emptiness, regularly sent with different drugs of rainbows and happiness.
Tears kissing the stark bones of death in the midnight, weeping under the fading shadow of moonlight. She listens to the souls who trapped like her in the walls.
She talks to herself with feet frozen on the floor, couldn't do anything but to look up to the dummy stars they created. In this Stygian world which offers nothing and everything is a fake.
A skeleton with fragile bones and screaming for help to be completed, after the skins and muscles who shed and flouted.
In the corner of the room, with sheets and shadows introduced as strangers, the skeleton met a ghost of her dreams and imagination.
The ghost sat quietly next to skeleton, he wasn’t looking at her but to the moon shines so brightly, like his pure smiles beaming widely.
Skeleton was confused with the ghost, he wasn’t even speaking, but his eyes tell that he’s listening.
The skeleton unknowingly opens her mouth, telling him the story of her insecurities and doubt. The hollow existence of the ghost started to unravel, he scooted closer to stare at her in the same level.
The ghost slowly draw an expression to his face, a feature has appeared through his gaze. The pain and vent outs of skeleton made the ghost to speak, with his lips mutters the words that push her to the peak.
The ghost composed a sentence with plain words, but it deeply stabbed her like a spiky sword.
“Love yourself the way how I love you, And keep loving yourself the way how you love me, too.”
A smile occurred on the skeletons face, One by one her muscles and skins came back in a race. The skeleton turned into a human with a flesh, And the ghost vanished leaving her with a kiss.