PC: Steven Meisel

They shimmered like the ocean on a summer's day. A million tear-drop diamonds dropped into the sea breaking the light into a million directions. They had no direction. No plan. They were swept up by their youth, their talent, and a bottomless agenda. Days were crossed off like items on a list. Sometimes he would look at her just to remind himself what her eyes looked like, and every time he did he found them changed. Had it been a year already? They thought they were just killing time. But in fact, time was just killing them.


  1. Thanks for the comment. Did you design your header? I really love it!

  2. What a stunning writing. I can imagine how many times you had to hear it, but - you are such a great talent.