Crescent moon dips and heart fades. She doesn't forget anything, really. She pretends as if it didn't suit her, and drags her mind into the deep. Blue was the color of her longing for the distances she'd never arrive in. It seems she could never run far enough or fast enough into the dark. The light always leaked in patches and brought her back to the surface. She just wished she could disappear in plain sight.

You can't choose what stays and what fades away.

dress by H&M Conscious Collection

photos by Samantha Rex