Her feet, engraved with the stones of time,
were stained and covered with daily, living grime.
Her world was dark and tearing at the seams;
she was closer than she thought, nearing red pristine.
– Brittany Rose
Author’s notes: I love this photo so much. Seriously, it is so captivating.
PS: I found this photo on D’s photography blog, found here. He, however, found the image here.
East Coast Insomnia 