Spring has Sprung!

7:48

Earth has cried so long

that her sky tears soak my scaffolding

my face like glass, I nod

and let light pour through me,

examine my hairline fractures

look –

I become light when I break it.

we are only what we destroy

the curtain cut light lacing the wall,

the spines of our fathers,

the unbuttoned breaths of our mothers.

it is early and Spring

is a cracked eggshell becoming

itself. 

(Flat Brim hat: TopShop, round sunglasses: Forever 21, denim buttondown: thrifted, floral crop top: Urban Outfitters, black circle skirt: Brandy Melville)

Frosted World

"Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones" -Friedrich Nietzsche 

 

In the desolate winter where caffeine and nicotine have seemed to be my only salvation, I must push to find within myself the breath of Spring that satiates. And in the depths of a seasonal depression, what better way to feel anew than to dress like a punky version of a 50-60s bombshell. 

With a pair of creepers, tights, a vintage tea length skirt hitting just below the knee, a simple black crop top and a pop of orange-red on my lips I think I can take on the frosted world. 

"I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means - the people, the buildings, the day by day things, the waste of time, of ourselves" --Charles Bukowski