Locked at home.
I haven't opened my eyes yet. My mind is awake but my body still seems to levitate in another dimension.
I feel like I can't move but the truth is that I just don't want to.
I feel a soft breeze on my cheek and I feel his body close to mine.
He’s holding my waist like he was afraid that I’ll vanish by the end of this day.
And it’s Sunday. I’m aware of that. I know we were supposed to go there and do that…
But that rain stopped us. It locked us at home.
It should be morning but the sun is already going down.
On this attic that we call home…
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NOTIFYThank you for the beautiful words....very moving.
Keep posting them...
Thanks a lot. I will! :)
Nice photo! I love how you are pairing stories of your life with words and images. If you're interested I just posted an article on how to tell better stories through images. But no pressure, just glad to stumble across another passionate storyteller.
@crandazzophoto, I read you article that just ensured me I want to keep following you :) Thank you.
Awesome. So glad you enjoyed. I look forward to following you on your travels.