Up she goes, hands a-quivering as her words a-throttling, up to the ambiguous, cerulean skies over her head. Photographic memories - shuffling, penetrating into her hollow mind's lunacy fringe. She says, "Hello." Then, ceases out in despair. Yearning.
The verily skies are enamored with a brightened hue of azure. Looking up, she sees hope. Pink petals of transcending against the sunlight, condescending with cheerful fright. Larking up, she feels hope. There's no need to be baffled, there's no time to be crumbled. Aiming for a stick of cigar, she prowls, like a stray feline in deep thirst. Longing.
Penetrating beyond the stratosphere, she glides. Without a crease of hesitation, she further slides. Heart over matter. Matter over blood. Dusk after dust. Dust after dawn. Interchanging.
Perpetuating.
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Up she goes, hands a-quivering as her words a-throttling, up to the ambiguous, cerulean skies over her head. Photographic memories - shuffling, penetrating into her hollow mind's lunacy fringe. She says, "Hello." Then, ceases out in despair. Yearning.
The verily skies are enamored with a brightened hue of azure. Looking up, she sees hope. Pink petals of transcending against the sunlight, condescending with cheerful fright. Larking up, she feels hope. There's no need to be baffled, there's no time to be crumbled. Aiming for a stick of cigar, she prowls, like a stray feline in deep thirst. Longing.
Penetrating beyond the stratosphere, she glides. Without a crease of hesitation, she further slides. Heart over matter. Matter over blood. Dusk after dust. Dust after dawn. Interchanging.
Perpetuating.
The verily skies are enamored with a brightened hue of azure. Looking up, she sees hope. Pink petals of transcending against the sunlight, condescending with cheerful fright. Larking up, she feels hope. There's no need to be baffled, there's no time to be crumbled. Aiming for a stick of cigar, she prowls, like a stray feline in deep thirst. Longing.
Penetrating beyond the stratosphere, she glides. Without a crease of hesitation, she further slides. Heart over matter. Matter over blood. Dusk after dust. Dust after dawn. Interchanging.
Perpetuating.
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Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
