It's hard these days to keep praying to someone who's got you on hold
when all I want is something to hold on to.

So I'll keep eavesdropping on 
season uprisings where I think you're hiding,
look for you in the smell of acoustic cedar and cigarettes,
reach deeper into my pockets when I'm looking for a light,
and trust that you're caught somewhere between my breath tonight.

-Talking to God (thebonesbelow)

'Cause what about, what about angels?
They will come, they will go, make us special

All photos shot with Canon 70D
in Singapore