Athirst
It feels as if time has stood still for ages. Only a sparse heartbeat bears witness to the time passing, thumping and echoing into the void of the mind and pulsating through fingers out into the open. Slow, heavy footsteps are swallowed by the burning sands. While eyes only see the never-ending hillocks of desert.
It feels as if time has stood still for ages. Only a sparse heartbeat bears witness to the time passing, thumping and echoing into the void of the mind and pulsating through fingers out into the open. Slow, heavy footsteps are swallowed by the burning sands. While eyes only see the never-ending hillocks of desert.
It feels as if time has stood still for ages. Only a sparse heartbeat bears witness to the time passing, thumping and echoing into the void of the mind and pulsating through fingers out into the open. Slow, heavy footsteps are swallowed by the burning sands. While eyes only see the never-ending hillocks of desert.
It feels as if time has stood still for ages. Only a sparse heartbeat bears witness to the time passing, thumping and echoing into the void of the mind and pulsating through fingers out into the open. Slow, heavy footsteps are swallowed by the burning sands. While eyes only see the never-ending hillocks of desert.
Grown
The translucent layers as the pale transparent stalks of a burgeon. Split V shaped cuts as leaves, clinged to a stem that grow out one another flake after flake. Tightly yet gently embracing silhouette as a swaddled blossom that hasn’t yet awaken.
The translucent layers as the pale transparent stalks of a burgeon. Split V shaped cuts as leaves, clinged to a stem that grow out one another flake after flake. Tightly yet gently embracing silhouette as a swaddled blossom that hasn’t yet awaken.
The translucent layers as the pale transparent stalks of a burgeon. Split V shaped cuts as leaves, clinged to a stem that grow out one another flake after flake. Tightly yet gently embracing silhouette as a swaddled blossom that hasn’t yet awaken.
The translucent layers as the pale transparent stalks of a burgeon. Split V shaped cuts as leaves, clinged to a stem that grow out one another flake after flake. Tightly yet gently embracing silhouette as a swaddled blossom that hasn’t yet awaken.
