spell//

"Spell" from Maximilla Lukacs on Vimeo.

the light is pourring in from the outside, leaving the wooden-floored room milky and blurred. there is a cup of coffee on the table next to me and a plate of orange slices and it both blends into a fragrance of summer and promises. the light has finally retourned, reflecting in my moon-pale skin and in my wide-open thoughts. I love the seasons, each of them, but sometimes I think I should move somewhere where the sun is always waking me up early to days filled with music and infused water of lemons and iced berries, where I can go barefoot all year and where my wardrobe consisted of delicate laze and gauze only because all I would need to keep me warm is the rich blossoming air around me whispering me poems and caressing my hair with gentle breezes like lover's hands.

nothing quite like light to make you pure wash the ghosts of night from your mind.
I want to drink it up, become light and like a prisma, sprinkle my colours in twirly fairy dances.