the sun is lazy and poisonous this morning
only sneak previews and hints of grey
over the tops of cotton candy clouds.
a lot of the time, i feel like
a traveling gypsy living out of her pocket.
the only place i feel at home
is anywhere other than where i am.
and i've been hiding out for so long i
no longer recognize myself.
a struggle as i repeatedly avoid the sunlight.
love affairs with moonlit thoughts
and i've gone off wandering again,
Photographed & Edited by Sheena Snyder
Stylist & Muse: Eunice Villalobos
Words by Sheena Snyder & Taide Kennedy