“Sometimes in dreams, we remember familiar places and forgotten faces. On a beautiful afternoon, I saw a girl making her way through a garden. No, it was not your typical rose garden, but it was strangely hypnotic and mesmerizing at the same time. The world was pink and foreign, with flowers in full bloom on an autumn’s day. All my senses were heightened and each second lingered on slowly. The rustling of the windswept trees grew quiet as I followed her through the garden. Only the sound of our offbeat footsteps remained – until they converged into one. This is my vivid dream.”
Charles Wong

Credits

Photographer: Charles Wong | visualpoetryjourney.com | Instagram: @visualpoetryjourney

Model: Kamila G. | Instagram: @white.rihanna