we need look no further in perfection then the back of our hand. we our pouring out magic from our fingertips, we are stardust, golden forever and our spirit is immortal.
to rise within the greatness to bless thee heads of deed,
we shall overcome, the fire will be lit, to rise from all our greed.
I dreamed of castles, and still I see,
so much vagueness in conventionality,
It’s a lost badge I wore once before the world came tumbling forth,
I will hurk on the edge of the winds, your seen eyes,
for it’s only the path I seem to recognize,
Photographed by Marley Korzen & Paul Stawiecki