Sunsets & Hurricanes
London, 1888.
I was a sunset.
A fading light disappearing into the darkness. Lost and lonely waiting to return into someone’s field of vision and dreaming of one day not being taken for granted.
You were a hurricane.
A bold and powerful force. Your ability to stir up fear and fascination in those around you was natural, if just by your very size. But past your hard exterior -in your eye- you were different and you yearned for someone to see this.
"Ive never had something mess me up like this.
It changed everything, my surroundings.
The world came falling and my face went with it.
You were a sunset, I was a hurricane."-Canterbury
I was a sunset.
A fading light disappearing into the darkness. Lost and lonely waiting to return into someone’s field of vision and dreaming of one day not being taken for granted.
You were a hurricane.
A bold and powerful force. Your ability to stir up fear and fascination in those around you was natural, if just by your very size. But past your hard exterior -in your eye- you were different and you yearned for someone to see this.
"Ive never had something mess me up like this.
It changed everything, my surroundings.
The world came falling and my face went with it.
You were a sunset, I was a hurricane."-Canterbury