Rosso is Primed

If death comes knocking let it be on a door at the beach, that’d be fine by me. The forever feeling of sun, sand and salt water feeding my senses, grounding me deeply.

My last picture will be of the sea, my life review now complete. Which season am I on…that remains to be seen…counting the sunsets in between.

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...

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