I'm addicted to taking pictures of rusty objects.

  Delicately distracting time and quietly held   Slip within my thoughts and hear poetic whispers of your name They beg you to take me make me and grace me in your own fashion   Breathe

The coast Devil's Slide WW2 Army Bunker I miss that ocean smell and the fog horn in the distance.

shadowed on a wall a hearts echo silently silhouetted within in a shaky peripheral push my thoughts away and breathe this turn and fade forget this taste again a shadow on the wall sadly... i don’t think

B lush my love, under the starlight as E nchantments blossom around us in magical A ccord. Here we can make the world stop, and U sher in our thoughts devotion, for T here is passion in the wind and its