The process of movement
might not breathe through the actions of
letting go but maybe the act of
Delicately placed fingerprints of
past lovers turned ghosts
fragmented stories decompressing a
forges a strong backbone
of sleepless nights
mornings, perpetual in betweens, we
find our light within our dark,
continue this worldy novel simply by
And oh, how monumental we become.
What is your fondest memory?
What clings to your thought process,
a breath before darkness?
Whos face goes through your mind
when you read this?
The moment you come eye to eye
with a blank canvas
the options become limitless.
Which can make it quite difficult
Muse: Zara Alyse
Photographed & Directed: Sheena Snyder