“My body needs it—the hot baths, the care, the soft water, the perfume, the warmth. I take on the colors of the flowers, the bloom, the delicacy. It becomes me.”
— Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diaries of Anais Nin 1939-47
there’s something to feeling of not knowing your surroundings, not seeing the color of things as they appear, but as they truly are. there’s something about the unknow, the quiet, the cold. there’s something unspoken about the dark, something i can never quite put words to. something terrifying yet beautiful…
