Another wait

seasoned with specks of dust,
how many clouded thoughts
needs the mind to result overcast?

paused within where metal daily flies,
clouds all-day pierced by their seemed straight lines.
hands now, with great resemblance to deserts;
blazing warmth exuded, flacked dry.


Have a look. It is a project a friend and I did for school.
We do not own any of the pictures.


Rachel Sermanni for The Mouth Magazine.

Great article that looks onto explaining nicely her being, and well-thought and answered questions in a recorded interview,
And a video.