30 May 2012
The salt spills down my face, The water dripping to the floor.
Perfectly round, Perfectly layered.
Multiple colours, A rainbow in liquid form.
They leave tracks; Evidence.
Red eyes, Streaked cheeks.
So wet.
Tears • Opuss № I
30 May 2012
The salt spills down my face, The water dripping to the floor.
Perfectly round, Perfectly layered.
Multiple colours, A rainbow in liquid form.
They leave tracks; Evidence.
Red eyes, Streaked cheeks.
So wet.
Tears • Opuss № I