Again

Vertigo. Speed. Red. Blue.
Breeze.
The sea as the sky.

Keep on picking petals, darling. Does he love you? Does he love you not? There are rainbows and shooting stars. There’s an ocean and a falling sky. Is that all you wanted? Then keep on picking petals, darling…


If you have not ever felt that way,
you lie.
You really do.

We all love our turning stomaches. I'm experimenting with composition lately. Resources from my own pockets and dreamstime.com.