Soon it will be cold enough to build fires. The lights will go out all around us and we'll fall into humanity. Benevolence was once coveted, held consecrated and hallow in their hearts. It all withers away now with little effort. It doesn't take a lot to lose it. You can detach without the slightest bit of remorse, draw into yourself and stay there for a winter.
I used to be of that kind, living alone in my thoughts. But you see, there's no fire in my mind, solitude gives little light. So I ran out into the snow, bleached my skin in the ice storm and felt the frozen water beneath my feet. I ran to the center of the woods, where I felt most alive. And it was there, that I built a fire for you and I.
coat by Bitching and Junkfood
relax crop top by Jac Vanek
sunglasses by Wildfox
photos by Shooka