(the poem is shortened. for the full version, here.)
Photos by Elang!
Plaid wide-collar blouse : minneola
Black ruffle skirt : chloe
Black cotton belt : candyland
Black tights : aritstoc
Black bow pumps : marie-claire
Black velvet purse : pettisiere
Finally I made my little trip to a bigger forest by the mountain side. It was pretty cold there, means I got the chance to wear my old tights again. I also brought my favorite black velvet purse, yes it's a vintage gem - it's about 40 years-old or more. I love the gold chains and its beautiful simple shape. The forest was really calm and friendly. In the last photo I posed by an old-empty house inside the forest, yet I forgot to take the whole building shots. Over all, that was a perfect weekend for me : humid fragrances of the forest, white wild flowers and soft sunlights shined, emerged through the brittle of twigs... This is what I call as the sense of glorious, divine unconsciousness. It's like your soul lost somewhere, but you don't care - cause you're enjoying the temporary trance. So peaceful and tranquil... I'm fully healed.