Photography & Words | I was waiting for you

There I was, skipping heart-beats, watering eyes, so pale and fragile, terribly empty, sunken down. Not even the flowers, so petite and fragile, kissing my lips, could wake me from my staggering sleep. To all that was worth, I was dead. Or so I thought. Asleep at the very least. Trapped in my missing love. He was close, but not enough. We're never close enough. I long for more minutes, thousands, millions, I want to turn into dust near to him. I really do. He doesn't know that quite yet. But he'll see. For a great love cannot hide in the shadows of my smiling golden reddish eyes forever, it must fall and reach who deserves it. You.

pictures and text by me