"...like young winged things, fluttering forsaken in the twilight..."
- George Eliot, Silas Marner
Images by neon.tambourine.
Images by inarticulate and Philip Queen.
i can still hear
echoes of you.
i only notice it in the night time, just after
the lights go out
and you reverberate in my ears,
you resonate.
you can hear silence, you know
and sometimes –
it’s deafening.
(Image by eligarb.)
Images by youcancallmekristin.