echoOver the islandIs a space that covers Us like sheets. Goodnight.It is empty and quiet. I speak, softly. Not even an echo To provoke the silence.1.0 I am drawn towards a rousing. It takes form And fashions itself as a girl, (Arms in the air) And a sharp knife in The center of her back To hold her upright.1.1 A mouth/tongue that is controlled By several strings, Speaking dreams Belonging to the men above her. They are pleased.1.2 They lay her down to sprea
.....her eyes say so much.
A beautiful capture.
B.
But this one is beautiful... It just looks like you love her very much.
I cant help but using her though...
she doesnt photograph like a child at all to me.
she is stripped down to soul when I capture her., and her soul is mature...
it shows in her eyes.
zoe just
says so much
i dont know something about her face
seems to tell a story that is ages old
and not eight
i love how you tap into to that