&; the silent afternoons _
She wakes up, the afternoon sun filtering through the blinds, harsh and soft at the same time. The yellow glowing shafts of light are luminous in the air, like a golden blessing; reanimated, rejuvenated.The soul floats in such silent afternoons.
farce
saying no
worth my while
transformation
luneta this is not
broken promise
love in a bowl
wistful sunset
pain underneath
scrabble love
xx
because nothing in the real world ever lives up to what's inside