three faces, faces part 2

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three faces. bacall, garland and sinatra.

one more time with timelessness

  

lately i've been thinking about all the things i love. all of them. voices. sounds. moving pictures. faces. dresses. smells. lights. movements. shapes. stories. pages. minutes.

from me to you

many faces. part one

to love

"To Love: I didn’t ask you to stay. But you stayed. I never asked you who you were Or what you wanted. You were simply there. What did you want from me, love? Was I not stronger alone? And did I ever need you? But stay a bit longer. Not long until they stop asking how I am and I stop answering, “Fine.” Everyone can tell at a glance: You are here. If you ever leave me I will go with you."

broken and wasted by that modern love

i cried a bit at the end


this modern love, breaks me
this modern love, wastes me