chapter 2, sailing on stirred waters

you know that I like.
you know that I like apples.
you know that I like apples by the morning.

sometimes we care about someone and sometimes someone cares about us.
they say the story is always the same.
well, theoretically...
because sometimes isn't just that
"firstsightwhatsyournamekissmoment" fairy tale bullshit, right?
it's got to be some other ways.
just because I think I know them, and I think that a hurricane is passing right now, let me believe it's different. let us believe, I dare.
but, listen, don't you forget about little things, my darling.
Not all apples are red.

Photography by Leigh