eyes like lighthouses
you guide my drifting sail
a single source, a beacon
illuminating the waves
I approach land
I extend out an arm
nervous first,
then calm
xx
DRESS by Gamiss
SHOES by Public Desire
Photos by Beth Kotz
“Maybe I’ll forget you some other time.”
xx
DRESS by Zaful
NECKLACE by Zaful
BAG by Missguided
SUNNIES by ZeroUV
SHOES by Public Desire
Photos by Beth Kotz
I’m weaving
seamlessly,
sometimes even blissfully,
through a city deeming like hell not too long ago
this city
of which we are the veins
is suddenly singing,
smiling,
to the rhythm of our feet
xx
FLORAL DRESS by Gamiss
SHOES by Public Desire
Photos by Beth Kotz
I’m peeling away at your mystery
I want to give myself to you
your head on my lap, caramel hair draped over my legs
however you want me
as we watch the sun’s oranges and yellows drip over tree branches
I need to know you see me
and we can’t help but wonder if the tips could be the paint brush to our story
because I’m always looking for your eyes
and if the ocean could wrap its tides around us
won’t you come be in the sky with me
while it brags to the moon that we’ve made it
xx
DENIM TOP by Youppie!
DENIM SKIRT by Youppie!
Photos by Beth Kotz
It hit me in this sudden, dizzying motion – while attempting to stay tightly wrapped in a thousand layers of indestructible distance – that I have been sitting in this room with you for longer than I remember. It’s striking how the eyes you followed for years, when in front of you after a long break, can be so utterly blinding.
“I’m learning how to be alone” I said, I think, maybe not in that order of words, maybe not as polished and as to the point, but something along those lines.
xx
SWEATER by Nylon Shop
Photos by Sam Doyle
2000 miles away, there’s your faint gaze. I rub my eyes, I swear you were only an arm’s length away a minute ago. That distant kind of love. That woozy kind of love. Empty and safe – a haven without a roof.
I make my way around the room. I look back. I beg to meet your eyes. I always did hope you’d notice, even the things you didn’t want to see. But your eyes, always milky and calm, oblivious to it all.
Your cold breath mutters a string of broken words that continue to shatter, over and over again, until a few disconnected pieces make it to my ear. Your bloodless skin, pale and cold. I never felt so small. Neither threatening nor threatened, like a white wall, you’re barely here.
You say I love you, I smile, and the sky seems to close on us both.
xx
Vintage clothing & accessories,
styling & photos by Justin Markin
at the end of it all
it’s me –
sitting cross legged, hunched over on a cold bed
dizzy
from walking in circles around myself
looking for a vacancy
xx
JUMPSUIT by Motel
Photos by Cachet Retsos
