Loit Colourachy

Under these friendly shades, I have searched for someone. Who was that I was searching for, I knew not, yet, Kept on, I, my pace. I was running, and walking, and in the loneliness, forsaken, was I, walking; a shadow.

Then in the loneliness there she was, my soul

Model | ama nethmi

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Photography | Loit Devinda
Model | Ravindra Rajapaksha