She was born with winter in her bones, a frigid wind within each lung. She had skin that rivaled morning frost, her touch a bitter cold that stung. Her only love in life was fire, how it caressed and warmed her skin. She gave her heart to feed its embers, and let it melt her … More Embers
I love, LOVE, photography. I love to just dive my focus into pictures. The angles, the compositions, colors, or lack of. It is like, poetry without words to me. I want to find the beginning and the end, of the why’s and silent story of, every frame. Perhaps I am being overly passionate. If it’s … More Photography
“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.” ― Richard Brautigan _________ “I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit,but I have to tell you, even the way you drink your coffeeknocks me the fuck out.”― Clementine von Radics _________ … More Have-a-Cuppa
INTO THIS DEEP 