Andrew... I believe I know exactly what this describes.. ♥️ It’s beautifully written.. and molded with intimate artistry . Just fantastic as always,.... brilliant.. the image is fantastic., the mirrored doll like bodies , nude, red lit faces.. like blank and sexualized women. I love shipwrecked to board.. juniper rash.. breathing red raw. Big love Andrew.. always
This wreaks of melancholy, Andrew. It's a sad beauty that draws the reader in between the voltage of words and women. Something about the powerlines, and the contrast of storm and blue skies.
Ugh you kill me. The sense of loss and memory and the vulnerability of youth is so tangible I can taste it. I've been going over it as the afternoon storm begins to roll in, considering each image and what it holds. It is alchemy to transform pain into beauty.