viernes, 24 de junio de 2016


Like madness. Witnessing the death and rebirth of a phoenix in the flames that we made. Falling in the pit and coming out again. I see it through fractured glass, silent company and drunken kisses, and the flames. It burns and we burn with it. It laughs and we laugh with it. Like madness, in your arms I feel free.

These bonds are shackle-free.