golden girl.

Sunlight flecks splattered in her hair, longlocks pinned up with sleepiness her eyes are the wrinkles of the dawn, the creases where sweetness runs down its slopes when she smiles her teeth are the pearly gates of heaven, opening and closing to reveal murky depths of the unknown her arms fight through linen sheets, charging… Continue reading golden girl.

a curious incident. labyrinth.

Good Friday: where we commemorate Jesus’s death on the Cross, as more than just a historical event, but a truth which is the foundation of our choice of faith in Christ alone. Monotheism makes sense to the human-minded me. I imagine the gods fighting amongst which sinful soul to punish or reward and the thought… Continue reading a curious incident. labyrinth.