Summer vacation
no one was there
when my teardrops
drips into
the summer air
the sand scrapes
against my lips
no sound to be made
even one of breath
abandoned in the warmth
a broken child’s soul
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Summer vacation
no one was there
when my teardrops
drips into
the summer air
the sand scrapes
against my lips
no sound to be made
even one of breath
abandoned in the warmth
a broken child’s soul
i saw before me, a bright red light, and silently i stood
Memento Mori (Remember you will die)
consuming darkness
She felt warm. She opened her eyes, she was bathing in this golden light. She smiled. She tried to grab on to the soft warm light, but it slipped through her fingers like some form of liquid. She closed her eyes again. Taking in the warmth. When she opened her eyes she saw it. The dark. Eating away at the beautiful light. It was closing in on her. Fast. Then the first of the darkness licked her skin. She tried to scream, but there was no sound. The darkness felt as if it was burning her skin but it was cold at the same time. The air became acidic, so it hurt to breathe. It was not long before the darkness filled her every pore, until there was only nothingness left.
Bò Ghàidhealach (Bos Taurus)
Gallus gallus domesticus
lily white
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Portrait of a market merchant
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two pictures I took while on excursion with school. They both made me think about Alice in Wonderland.
- Down the Rabbit hole.
- Mr. Rabbit