Just ice loud

Photos by me 12:23 pm.

They seemed different and unusually placed today, there up to something up there in the vortex forest of aromatic clouded rivers. – Cristina

False light

Its appeal and humility seemed like light bearing fountains that I could emerse my whole soul into. It was a false light that only hid secrets barricaded beneath sweet appeal. I learned to remove the blockages which I once deemed as amazement, once I dug I entered darkness, corruption, and deficiency. Once it was gone forever into a past wish, I found a self analysis of knowing I hold the power to my majestic ray of resources not anyone else. I export my own resilience into my colorful paradise. –Cristina Jimenez