My heart is slicing through the thin air, sweeping across the plains like a veritable tornado. her screams of desperation, hope, and despair are piercing through the membranes of hypocrisy, leaving only remnants of long-lost faith in the dark.
Irony is once you're found drowning, most of the safety buoys are thrown by anonymous spectators who've been watching you from the sides of the lake, while your relatives are sharks who are relentlessly trying to send your fresh dreams to the hands of wasteland.
COME WHAT MAY.
photography by devina
