3 in the morning
listening, always listening
rain drops
3 in the morning
quiet streets
listening through my ears into my soul
…
my feet on the ground, barely touching
drenched. alone. at 3 in the morning.
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About.
i am on an exciting secret mission for as long as my heart beats.
i live by these unavoidable wild cherry cartwheels in my stomach.
there is just so much to explore in life as long as my shell lives.
the colors, the lights, the contours, the past, the present, the future.
it's endless. it's inevitable.
life is my obsession. my secret lover.
the camera is my time machine & my soul is my memory.
my memories, have their own stories to tell, thus i feel the need to express myself.
my name is alvelyn & this is my DAILY RANDOM PICTORIAL NOVEL of my old & new memories.
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