
Air. Misery that reserts smiles. Leaves lives without houses.

Air. Misery that reserts smiles. Leaves lives without houses.
Thoughts as images are impure free. They are filled of the beautiful sky. Innocent. They marry destinies. In a universe that gives birth to lives.

There are silences. Among us. Tyrannical. Hegemonic unreachable. Stripes. Bathed in the light. When beaming over her face. You get lost in the darkness away from her. Blessed on deck of love. Happiness and sadness play hide and seek in your world. Without any of them winning.
A birth. Awakens will. An enemy. Light darkens. Battle. Until the last breath.
I give my blessing every moment that doesn’t proceed if not hear my “love you”. This is my deal with the time. The sky allowing me to move on,because you are pulling me there.
Dakota Suite & Quentin Sirjacq – Leonard Misonne Photo Galeri
Next to the dreams you pair images. Landscapes of your own. You can travel. You do not count time.
Lucky you to find your haven in loneliness. You fill your “I live†with your own images. Your world.
You grow older. You become an objector of time. The incompatible beauty fools the numbers.
You discover again and again. You escape when you can. Uneven race. The best life expense.