The Twins

Come into our hand painted vortex and let us tell you stories to seduce your imagination.

-  Waiting  -

- Waiting -


Seasons come and memories pass, but it is the war of my senses that place my desires for love on hold.

While remaining unscarred of former burns, I find my heart light and free, ready to take flight beneath the wings of another. I dream the colors of our souls will paint the abstract canvas of fall and spring. But when the first snow falls, dripping our paints from marble into one, I awake from the longing of a romance greater than that of the sun and moon. The war of my senses carry out the battle of my emotions. And while I long for a passion found within another, it will have to come when the season is right. I will have to wait beneath the falling leaves for my moon to rise and greet me with his open wings.

Hat:  Ann Claire Millinery | Dog tag: Alex Soldier | Bag: Vintage
- Eyes of Remorse -

- Eyes of Remorse -

-  Bronzed Shore  -

- Bronzed Shore -