Paris

Paris

She greets you with her warm, terra cotta smile and parisian blue eyes.

Intro by M83

Intro by M83

We didn't need a story, we didn't need a real world. We just had to keep walking and we became the stories. We became the places. We were the lights, the deserts, the faraway worlds.

The Wheat Field

The Wheat Field

Upon the golden shoots we rise, like gossamer creeping o'er the gate.

To The Wonder

To The Wonder

I open my eyes. I melt. Into the eternal night. A spark. You got me out of the darkness. You gathered me up from earth. You've brought me back to life.

River Run

River Run

I see you swinging from the bough, legs pendulous like a string.

Love By Another Name

Love By Another Name

You carved me out of shapeless stone, gilded me with light and gold. Kissed my marble brow and bone until no longer I was cold.

Migratory V

Migratory V

On the foolish arm of Icaras you glide along the sea, climbing higher and ever higher to our Migratory V.

Tuscany

Tuscany

Sweet conversation flowed like the wines of Chianti. 

What Tide Is This

What Tide Is This

What tide is this that pours over me, ink spilt from its quill, blotting my page - Cool is the flow, vapid as it mocks me, blurring the words that pained me to write.