Lonesome

Whatever doesn't really happen is dreamed at night. It happens to one if it doesn't happen to another, tomorrow if not today, or a century hence if not next year. Often I heard tales of which I said, "Now this is a thing that cannot happen." But before a year had elapsed I heard that it actually had come to pass somewhere. So it is with dreams too. Her face is shining and her eyes are as radiant as the eyes of a saint, and she speaks outlandish words to me, strange things. When I wake I have forgotten it all. But while the dream lasts I am comforted. She answers all my queries, and what comes out is that all is right.

Photography A Pink Moon Camera
Wearing leather pouch Candybag Athens, top Missoni similar here, Zara pants, Acne booties, rings Gregio, Korres Rasberry Twist Lipstick in Grace, Korres Nail Colour in Dreamy Grey
Excerpt from Isaac Bashevis Singer - Gimpel The Fool