Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Dark Days

Let the darkness of winter come into your life, watch her play tedious melodies, listen to the chords of melancholy.  Look at all this bleakness, my love. Do you feel the nakedness of trees?  Stoic poses, speaking the truth of many winters lived. No need hurry, my love. The light will change its skin soon. And we will be more in love with each other, with all the glowing colors and fascinating smells.  We shall enjoy every breath of warmth together and looking at the trees we suddenly remember...Winter will be here soon.

Cocaine sunglasses by Grunhauser. 
Top by Anna Mond.