ENTHRAL ME; “my heart is up for grabs.” I live for the constant thrill, I can’t deny.
—faith is a funny thing: I place whole trust in it.
L U C I D dreaming; myriad spinnings —physical sight is not necessary, hear your heart speak, allow your mind to take the walk.
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot... the world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! —each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d. For hearts so touch’d, so pierc’d, so lost as mine... how often must it love, how often hate; how often hope, despair, resent, regret, conceal, disdain...... do all things but f o r g e t . . . . . . x
*End-note: Photography/art direction:
Natee poox - http://couldbekitschy.tumblr.com