chasing the sun while running from a nightmare. walking in and out of a memory. the balance between light and dark. it seems the two are always pushing and pulling, and you can't decided which one you want closer to you. i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside. the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it becomes. you taught me how to love, when nobody ever could. living dreams we could never afford. i weave in and out of beams of light, riding the darkness and waking with the sun. something is on fire inside me, and it's not planning on settling anytime soon. you should probably just leave, because i belong to the world.
black hoodie sweater from Nastygal
red wine skirt from Nastygal
black sparkle thigh-high boots by Jeffrey Campbell
skull pendant necklace from Miss KL
photos by Fernando Gcervantes