After falling into your dreaded emotions, my so malnourished body clings to those crumbs of love that you give me, to those sleepwalking experiences that we live without so much noise in the jaws of the great wolf called life, however it is those sores that you have formed in my body that infiltrate between my disfigured soul and have made my being fall into that strange Stockholm syndrome and clings to your figure without remorse.
It is your ephemeral breath that has been seeping into each of my pores and formed in my veins the initials of your name. Your tears ferment provoking between your eyelids a lake of mahogany and honey that when joined with mascara began the creation of the strange memories that like a tsunami collapses on the shores of my heart.
It is too late for my therapy and cure my strange syndrome that makes me not want to retreat from your shadow, makes me adhere to your spine, causes me to impregnate myself in your skin as if it were a tattoo, no matter the evil you can cause me, I only live for one reason and that is to serve you, to drink from my skin, so that your nightmares dissolve in my gut and your peace is the experience that makes me have allowed me to know that I gave my life for something very big called love.
Photography by Amanda Aura
Perpetual, ineffable and ephemeral individual. I know, I always contradict my aspects, but I like to be like that.