friday no.5 //
"april is the cruelest month... breeding lilacs out of the dead land" he said. the dew of these lilacs are pearls upon your skin. pearls of luminous fluxes, shimmering, turning your body into a lake – serene, lucid – where the lilacs and the lilies grow. embrace the cruelties to understand the serenity afterwards.
// szaffi. (not too good,, hope it was alright)