I sway, you swoon. Dripping with your elegant darkness; it’s like a cloak wrapped around you. So naive little flower, how you are under the illusion that it can protect you. You are so very mistaken, for the stem will be cut and you will bleed your juices. You will descend into the inky cold, preserved and extended for a time. You will slowly…ever so slowly wither, fed an elixir to keep you half alive. In the end you will perish for the beauty you offer. It matters not anymore though, for you are mine and in this moment we dance together.
Love the prose, wilting.
That's an interesting introduction to the photo. Sounds sad, but still something does remain in our memory, as if a loved one had died.
Thanks +Donna Jordan !
+Tamara Pruessner Thank you too ! The original picture is in color and i thought it had something off about it and had more visual interest in b&w , I actually did it at the last minute in the creative kit,since it would have taken me an hour to find the right version on my computer lol
+Michael Boronowsky Thank you,I'm glad you think so !
Misterious and beautiful.
Oh this is quite lovely! Love the conversion!
Love the photograph and the narrative as well.