Tuesday

novembre


novembre n'est pas au cœur des ténèbres.

Wednesday

A day in the woods..






fall, falling


till we came upon this road,
till we came upon this road


You held a doll in your arms at the station, I held the sun
and commanded it shine through the all the decay and straight to my pale, pale skin


 I felt so small under the tall trees.
the best kind of tiny.