When we step out to the shore, on the hillside, or by a river, there is nothing we can hide from nature. Our own is revealed, we embrace the concealed, and open our chest to draw ourselves in.
A moment of self-awareness captured through an intentionally monochrome description of love. Though this write sets itself within a romantic frame, the leitmotif relates to the movement of our independent minds over time, as we learn to settle into ourselves and come to trust when it is truly time for change.
Deciphering the heart: distinguishing between fairytales and futures.
We take one hand, whilst letting go of another. How do we deal with the internal conflicts arising from these matters of the heart?
Moral questioning: on the battle of guilt and forgiveness of the self.
Becoming every colour can leave us gray, when the lights go down
An indulgent slur of exasperated egoism and every day self-inflation/deflation which I will probably edit forever