i think i’ll always think of him as the ocean with his eyes made of tidal waves and a voice like a current that could always pull me closer i was the weather, a pair of glass eyes that would rain when i could no longer find reasons to fall in love with the sun,Continue reading “tidal waves”
Monthly Archives: March 2015
Van Gogh
a life diminished of all its former happiness, has been reduced into endless waves of bitter despair, of a life i have turned into failed art, and i am the sum of a thousand paintings locked in a dimly-lit room so no one can lay their eyes upon them, so no one can see throughContinue reading “Van Gogh”