do you question where i go? where my mind wanders? what i feel when i can’t breathe because of life. what i see when i know my soul is dying on the inside.
a good cry never hurt nobody.
Sometimes in the dead quiet of the night, I can’t help but let my thoughts run wild and rampant. It travels to farther depths and distances that would surely trouble those to imagine it. Where the lines between real and surreal blur and divide and come together to make the impossible worth a try. Farewells and goodbyes, living off a lower high.
that country looks fun!
Elie Saab - Spring Summer 2014
