the real world has become a blurry picture that I let myself fall into like a pastel spiral.
I lost some thing along the way I can't remember and am trying to remember myself of the things I will find. they will smell of lavender and summer winds and warm skin at night.
now I'm talking to the grey winds for them to take my restless thoughts away but they turn and blow them all back to me with skeleton leaves.
in this dream I was running in a long silk dress with glittering hair.
I was running but I was never making a step forward and when I opened my eyes I realized it was not a dream at all.
you cannot outrun the things you don't really want to escape.
pictures of me by fanny latour-lambert, others via weheartit.
I lost some thing along the way I can't remember and am trying to remember myself of the things I will find. they will smell of lavender and summer winds and warm skin at night.
now I'm talking to the grey winds for them to take my restless thoughts away but they turn and blow them all back to me with skeleton leaves.
in this dream I was running in a long silk dress with glittering hair.
I was running but I was never making a step forward and when I opened my eyes I realized it was not a dream at all.
you cannot outrun the things you don't really want to escape.
pictures of me by fanny latour-lambert, others via weheartit.
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