There is something appealing about consistency, and something equally appealing about imminent change. A chance to see it all over again from a different pair of blue eyes. Lashes laced with absurdity, the body will do what the mind wills.
Today marks three years since our first encounter in Los Angeles. The night spent at the Renissance, the curfew and hands. Where Hollywood meets Highland, nothing is at it seems. Burgundy lipstick in the spanish apartment, white bed placed inside the black double doors. I once had a dream, but I traded it for the wild.