Silhouetted mountaintops//Caging the unheard screams//Clouds forming textured backdrops//Punctuating noir scenes
Letters to Old Friends
I tend to hold onto memories like sentimental letters from long-lost friends. In a way, that's exactly what they are, but some letters are meant to collect dust for a very long time before they're read so as not to be misconstrued, and some are meant to be burned. I can remember when I was... Continue Reading →
