“I know a place in the ocean where glaciers creak, and winters fall on reindeers. Between a rock and a fountain, I find my dreams lost upon the face of a time, gridlocked in haute couture.
In the rumblings of a flowing mountain, I stood still and heard your voice running circles around the walls in my veins, then day broke, and all my dreams came true.” written by TheWrytr
(Editorial Photography + video, 2018)
In the rumblings of a flowing mountain, I stood still and heard your voice running circles around the walls in my veins, then day broke, and all my dreams came true.” written by TheWrytr
(Editorial Photography + video, 2018)