my mind is

a big hunk of irrevocable nothing

which touch and taste and smell

and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal tools

in an agony of sensual chisels

i perform squirms of chrome …

nevertheless …

am being altered

that i slightly am becoming

something a little different,

in fact myself

hereupon helpless i utter …

– E.E. Cummings –

Ph : Ben & Zie

She was always daydreaming. She never wanted to live in the real world … They couldn’t understand her or her imagination. She was always thinking outside of the box, breaking rules, and only following what her heart told her was right.

– Shannon A. Thompson – November Snow

Ph : Ruslan Lobanov