we smoke the days away;
coffee in our throats and music in our
veins.
running; panting; falling
never letting go.
clouds of dust in lungs;
‘don’t stop’ she said, ‘we’ll slow’
i find you in the blank space
of my wall whenever i look.
your bones are so
transparent
i can feel you in my
book.
breathe in. breathe out.
nothing; not even a
sound.
it’s like you’re dead
and trying to come
out.
G.M.
we smoke the days away;
coffee in our throats and music in our
veins.
running; panting; falling
never letting go.
clouds of dust in lungs;
‘don’t stop’ she said, ‘we’ll slow’
i find you in the blank space
of my wall whenever i look.
your bones are so
transparent
i can feel you in my
book.
breathe in. breathe out.
nothing; not even a
sound.
it’s like you’re dead
and trying to come
out.
G.M.
so i've decided to make this account trash-free. by that i mean deleting old nonsense that i used to call 'art'. i will leave the drawings only and since i am working on more and more of them (i love to keep progressing) they'll be uploaded here. sorry to the stamp lovers, but they have to go. xx