ph by dev
i was wearing a vintage leather jacket, mango tshirt dress, topshop corset top, and i.s.o wedge booties.
yesterday's nite out with friends. the lights in the smoke-filled lounge were indigo, slashing bright blue, and stark red, just like the lined destinies of our youthful days. tons of laughters, but i hid tons of fears. one of them was fear of falling. with me it was never fear of flying. never. the story of my life doesn't exist; Duras would be proud of me for echoing the line.
