Something.

Saccharine. 

Sacrosanct. 

Sanctimonious.

Iron lung.

Catch my breath. Metal encasing. Pressure gradients. The flesh dies,
but the spirit lives.

Two half hearts

do not come together and form one. But rather, they are halves of a whole that continually try to fulfill a void. Dependence and abuse are the results of wounded halves. The only remedy for a half heart is a whole hearted soul. 

Wax and some string, some feathers...

  Second hand wings.

Time.

  Is moving on without me.

"Je t'aime"

  Photography by MongQ.  Edited by Me.

...Just by being alive