cold rain. sweeping the floors, the candles, the words. leaving but naked longing on the skin.
back from 2weeks surfing guys! wind.waves.people.sea.sun.run. – intensity no scale could mesure.
> minds drifting off whenever they try to grasp late reality. you’re the rip drawing me into your vast fathomless sea. no more steady ground under the feet, we’re walking paths made of water&light now. deep lightnings strolling over my body. whispers&waves.
//sweater Maison Scotch top Superdry jeans Replay shoes La Cord Blanche //