They say it is an abyss into which you want to fall only to reach the bottom and be blissed by whatever you find. Will I be at peace with the faults of this supposed being, When I cannot accpet my own. While my desire for jurisdiction over takes the covert to be yearned uncontrolably.
As if it is a need for survival.
A binding factor that for some claims thier independance. The thought of being one ,not two and having to consistantly worry of an untamed soul a soul which craves the attention of an unknown consort, is unsettling.

I heave the butterflies of affection the butterflies that will carry me to this dreaded void,
As I for one do not believe in love.

Photography and Poem: Cheryl Dzo
Models: Caroline Park and Rita Moreira