Please love my tender, touch me like a soft feather and hold me like I’m made of delicate thin porcelain. There is a lot of harshness in the world, so let’s build our private comfort zone.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m strong enough to survive all kinds of things. This ability doesn’t contradict my longing to show my fragility without getting hurt. I want to take off my armour and be.
I show you my delicate skin, gashing wounds, damages, bruises, and not yet touched parts of my body and soul. All innocence and naiveness left inside of me, I present to you. The part of me that is still a little girl with silly dreams and everything I keep hidden beneath the deep ocean of my eyes.
Show me your daemons, and I’ll show you mine, but then let’s lock them away in the basement and dance into the sunset. You and me, we’ve seen dark, and I am even more grateful for the sparkles we share. Wounded people know how to treat wounds. Our souls hug each other softly as butter, light as powder. Our mouths meet, and it’s a warm encounter full of trust, hunger and desire. You take my hand and spin me around, your smile following my eyes.
I blow you a pink kiss, grateful for your presence from the bottom of my heart, lucky to dance in your universe and hold the key to your love. It’s the most precious thing my fingers ever touched, so I love you tender, I promise.
Dress: Amorphose
Pictures: Nora dal Cero
Hair & Makeup: Sandra Gimmel
