March 2012
Red
softlywrittenpoem:
I fathered the sun
bathed a river
lusted after the moon
I stuttered over love
and broke a heart
I have drowned tears
and killed curiosity
I have battled my mind
and been to war with my heart
I let the wind have a whisper
and a mountain have my voice
I have screamed at the heavens and the Gods
I bleed Red, love is easier to find this way
I bleed Red, so that you...
“It’s so strange to me that anyone would ever think that a work of art shouldn’t...”
– Richard Avedon (via hobsonfotografie)
