Oh, ghosts keep whispering
Oh, the feather of a raven’s wing turned white by the bird’s cheeks
Ooh, this chill, when it gonna leave my bones?
Take the ache so I can go
And be washed in the wilderness
Oh, carry my body ‘cross the frozen ground
While the moon burns bright and the fire fades out
I got miles and miles to go before I sleep
Before I can feel anything, before I’m free
I got miles and miles to go before I sleep
‘Before I Sleep’ – Joy Williams
photographed on Portra 400 film / Free People Editorial Film Photography / Lifestyle Film Photography / Fine Art Film Photography