My photographic excuse for soundventures into nighty nights.My wayward warrior selfishly fighting fights regardless of plights.My sweet, sleepy and reliant stargazer.My astronaut patiently waiting for the moon to retire as a hell raiser. My reason to be, my responsibility.My ears and eyes, my steadfast surprise.My guilty and abandoned.My reunited and tandomed. My stalker and stranger.My … Continue reading "High Moon"
My photographic excuse for soundventures into nighty nights.
My wayward warrior selfishly fighting fights regardless of plights.
My sweet, sleepy and reliant stargazer.
My astronaut patiently waiting for the moon to retire as a hell raiser.
My reason to be, my responsibility.
My ears and eyes, my steadfast surprise.
My guilty and abandoned.
My reunited and tandomed.
My stalker and stranger.
My all bets off and wager.
My not eating disorder
fussy taster connoisseur.
My killing machine serial killer wrapped up in fur.
My ever faithful film star waiting at the dressing room door.
My unimaginable goodbye when I go.
My miss you reminiscence come back show.
My seeing, my being, my home comforts routine while rebelling.
My mad cap comic capering and pointless staying ups with no meaning.
