What I love most about faces is that they speak a million words without ever saying anything at all. I’ve found that they never get boring. There is always something new to discover; and if not, the authentic smiles or the genuine tears could never get old. Or perhaps it has nothing to do with that at all. Perhaps the neverchanging beauty behind them is merely the projection of the wonderfulness that lies just beneath the skin.
…If she was electric, if she blew your mind with how much she loved life, beauty, adventure and color, if she made you feel alive and wild, yet safe and sure and if her eyes held deeper stories than any other you had seen, know that her soul is a garden. But not just any garden; one that is evergreen and storylike and deeply grounded Continue reading Rebecca
I promise you she was the ocean. And I promise you she couldn’t be described otherwise. First, you are drawn to her out of curiosity, a vague interest. But as you get closer and closer, you are ambushed by her waves; strong, deep, lively, but undoubtably sweet and beautiful waves. Once you are sinking deeper and deeper within her, you can’t stop; actually, you don’t want to. For she is a metamorphosis of colors and songs, and the deeper you sink into her, the more you realise that leaving the shore was the greatest thing you had ever done.