the whole sky

but, you know, life was never easy; what ifs, wrong timing, distance, red thread, unrequited love, ghosts from your past. Who knows about ours....

Could you imagine, fly return to home late evening, in a golden hour, and fly off home early morning, in a magic hour, and between those flight is a dreamy time with the people of stars. What a wonderfully bitter-sweet journey. -06.09-06.19.18 On a dreadful struggle to meet the faces I've known and missed.