Surrounded by these comforting lights, I leave my worries behind and embrace the soft glow casted on the walls. My mind wanders through the Polaroid pictures that hang from the wires which carry the lights. Every image a story. Every image a different day.
Every image a moment with a story, a story that remains immortalized in a physical form.
May 24th, 2019
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
Non-FictionJust a place where I let the thoughts, ideas, tragedies, events and possibilities that thrive within me and the experiences I've lived be voiced and bear a place where others may understand them. •lower-case "i" intended •Cover made by me *Warning:...
