She raves like there’s no tomorrow
During this weekend, I surrounded myself with nature. For some reason, it made me want to write, to give voice to the untold stories I’ve kept inside.
For the first time, I’m not ashamed of my writing or my thoughts.
For the first time, I just want to share, without guilt. After so many years of hiding, I finally want to have a voice, a whisper, a shout.
This weekend was perfect for reimagining, reflecting, and simply being.
She raves like there’s no tomorrow.
Stimuli obsessed, she cries for possession.
Eyes lock, mirrors face.
Like metal we forge.
Her body, a canvas;
at the point of convergence I paint.
Like Pollock I reimagine,
saliva as my brush.
Euphoria meets wilderness.
I get high on you.
Lust is another line
of your perfume.
Background noise captured during these photos
