The middle of nowhere.
Just two souls and the moon
dancing into a spiral of life and death -
Two children of Babylon.
Can we be only for one minute the only gods of our own universe?
Aurora is tangling its fingers in our hair.
Foolish children of Babylon!
Birds fly away to the homes they're longing for,
so don't try to hold my hand,
aurora is tangling its fingers in my hair.
Photos by Sebcaen Neox