// Paralyzed, I dug a well deep inside.
// I kissed the tide.
// You held the Moon and carried the stars.
// Like life was a memory, and death just a possibility.
// You're the black sky, always running from the Sun.
// You're always running from the Sun.
checkered jacket from Nylon flea market, gift from Sandra // floral scarf, mum's gift from Paris // oversize pants, thrifted from Kalenić flea market // 2x Casio digi watch // Ray Ban Wayfarers // Aldo creepers
photo // Ivana Korać
listen // Chromatics - Birds of Paradise