The sweet, heady smell of mangoes filled her up with a lazy kind of joy. Droplets of sweat were taking root in the crevices of her body. She lifted her face to gaze at the lithe morning sky, burning with the anticipation of something that she could not quite fathom. She took a sip of … More Summer Slumber
bonjour mes amis (i’m feeling very french today). I went on a walk with my friend yesterday and happened to see these beauties on the side (they’ve always been there, but I never thought to take pictures of them). I played around with the filters (a lot) and these are the result!
Not perfect, but then again, what is?
The falling leaves drift by my windowThe autumn leaves of red and goldI see your lips, the summer kissesThe sunburned hand I used to hold Since you went away the days grow longAnd soon I’ll hear old winter’s songBut I miss you most of all, my darlingWhen autumn leaves start to fall In my opinion, … More some romantic stuff? not really
thiswistful weakness unable toexpress solonely, willowy butbeautiful. notincomplete, not dissatisfiedmerelyjust there, full ofexistence.
She was taking a stroll through the deep forest. With pinpricks of light coming through the sparse gaps in the dense canopy, it was a little easier for her to navigate. She felt drowsy. It had started to feel like she was drowning in the darkness, surrounded by countless shrubs and tall trees. It was … More The Solitary Rose
I sat in my balcony, listening to some light music. It had been a stressful day. I needed to clear my head, and put my focus elsewhere. So I gazed at the majestic tree that had grown in front of our house. It looked so serene, with its multitude of branches, standing out against the … More Beauty in Simplicity
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