the aftermath of a soiled existance.
each layer of mountain is another montage of the reflection set across the ocean. i held your hand here, as if holding on for dear life, as the air pushed more waves to the current, letting sand lay over our warm flesh.
in all of the light, the heat, the waves, i wanted to press myself amongst the mountains to feel the pulse of life circulate me once again. but, the air fulfilled my skin eagerly as i threw my arms out to welcome it in all of it's purity.
in all of the light, the heat, the waves, i wanted to press myself amongst the mountains to feel the pulse of life circulate me once again. but, the air fulfilled my skin eagerly as i threw my arms out to welcome it in all of it's purity.