Foxhawk95

For all of the sadness. Joys first kiss. The maddness tears down the walls of bliss. Our memories crumble, red as the rose first was. No longer in faint. As the drops of dew on her face burn holes into her cherry red skin. The sweet sad wind tears down all that was. No longer my sweet, no longer. The sun turns flakes into our skin. All that crawls and festers are the worms from our nightmares. Ripping and tearing at the windowpanes. No longer my sweet, no longer. Lying dead as a dog in the heat of June. Listening, Listening. The footsteps on the wooden floor below. Hear me, hear me. The sweet melodic sound of glasses clinking.

I am currently working on my first photo essay on Light. For my digital media class. Go check the Photo's out in my gallery, under Ligh Photo Essay! Enjoy!