Like an old photograph, your lifeless look is craving a touch on the cold bones of your corpse. You inhale dust and mist before you secretly steal moments of pleasure. Your pores puke rage and anger but under your skin sits an ocean floor. Bits of your imagination are now lurking into the emptiness. Looking for familiar sounds and exotic fabrics to turn into dreams and hopes. Vegetation, desire…human scents and pale skin wrapped in a sheet of dark personality.

Corina.