and as one last piece of advice, she said, don’t hold down the sun. and i understood it as something like this:
your brittle skin deserves to absorb the sun’s light. your veins, uninspired, crave its radiating heat. your lungs expand to the rhythm of its cycle. rising, collapsing, but breathing- a new perspective is born.
your thoughts, elevated, reach for the sun above.
Photos by Sam Doyle