posca pens on paper 8.3 X 11.7 inches komorebi: look the sun spangles through the foliage up there; in its blazing blindness I find my own moments of...
posca pens on paper 8.3 X 11.7...
media0 X 0 inches how could you’ve known that when the last light drops into the cobalt depths, that heaving and falling of breaths you hear is your walls come alive...
I don’t know if it was tides rising and ebbing to the blue moon last month, if the skies ripped open lesions scabbed over time, if those lunar cycles up there eclipsed forever this love you and I have tended to together like a wound that’s forgotten to...
who says it’s all sun and gold spangling our waters here? or history outlives itself? there’s blood-and-bones rioting at the...
