Not by the Light, Nor the Spell

harvestmen waiting motionless in ambush

One has to wonder if it's not just a sick fantasy of an emotionally mutated girl. No, though; I walked the forest myself, and in it's wealthiest depth, I saw the phoenix rise from a shadow of my ashes. I am ne'er once the same as I had; ne'er to forget the dust from which I rose.

Nicholas and The Queen

Self Portrait: January 16, 2014

The Field: 01/14/14

Concept/Model/Editing: Hannah Pitkin
Photograph: Nicholas Clark

when all the rest had crumbled, there among limbs and sore memories and book pages and tin roofs and uneaten but ripe plums, was you. the last man. a

What is it about Duty,
it makes you cringe
it makes you wet

Lost family
Lost

I love you because I know you.

In The Keep

And the tea leaves shown a dark dagger. Point and point again.