natural choreography

what has life become when we don't notice anything surrounding us anymore? give me feedback, constructive criticism is appreciated n.n but no mean comments, I do break necks<3

A Song About The Moon

The year is 1969 and Elara recalls her younger, more turbulent years at St. Catherine's, a private all-girls school in the heart of Hampshire, England. When she was eleven and she stumbled into a quiet meadow nestled in the surrounding forest. When she was twelve and she met Sam, a charming boy with sun spun hair and...

The Beauty In Our Blaze

I don't think that the human body is stable enough to handle the choices that we often make. It's like a slave, overpowered and overruled by a relentless conscience. I didn't understand that until the sun set this evening. As the pounding in my chest grew the anticipation of my uncertain death slowly corrupted my subc...