Monday, July 16, 2012
Spirits and oceans and landscapes dance before my tired eyes
ghost sailors feverishly rowing towards something I cannot see.
The water gave them hope
and the single circling bird, wise in regret, smirks.
Who am I to tell?
fringe vest: Pacsun
(I have heaps of older outfits logged, so I'll be posting a lot this week-- yikes!)