&; breakwater _
The muted light overhead, the sterile starkness of the walls, cold and hard against the skin. Deep shadows playing in the air, an oppressive, heavy silence as loud as a roar.And like waves they break, like the pieces of her heart.
forever
the silent afternoons
farce
saying no
worth my while
transformation
luneta this is not
broken promise
love in a bowl
wistful sunset
xx
because nothing in the real world ever lives up to what's inside