Thursday, June 17, 2010

you'll be the end of me.



After tonight, I'll stop demanding you
 to stay in my life.
I want you to stay. I wanted you to see it through.
I want you to see everything, stay to see everything.
Stay to be with me, to hide in the forest, to jump
rocks and chase the sun's shadow.
Stay with me to hear my heart, to catch my tears.
Stay with me through the rainy days, and through 
the hazy afternoons.

I want you to stay.
But if you don't, I'll be okay.

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top photographs by Chris Blott, words from Dossier magazine,
 bottom photographs from Prada f/w 2010.

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