The sound of your voice would melt me into smithereens. I become ashes, twisted with dust back into my original form. Nestled in these pockets. We hide in nature's little sanctuaries. There was just some way out of the silence. We needed a thaw this season. The silence was thick like honey and cold like winter. Look for me when the ice melts. I'll be in the sun, tan and fat, feeding on flowers and drinking the river
Rocío (Ro) Christensen
@rocio · 0:16
Oh, I really like this. I love how lush those images are. Thick like honey and cold like winter. And I think you really nail it with the last line. It's awesome. Thank you so much for sharing