Nothing specific, really.

Art by   In my opinion, I am currently residing in the Mariana trench of my life as compared to how I have lived the past 6891 days so far. I do realize that I might (or might not) end up in a place deeper than this in the years to come, and I … Continue reading Nothing specific, really.


Carmine, Coal, and You

Art by Wildweasel339     Pour some poetry, onto my hands, as under the carmine skies, breathing in art, you stand.   My words are drenched in colors, and your skin serves as canvas, to be painted with streaks of glittery love, and mosaics of stars luminous.   My words graze your skin, like knives … Continue reading Carmine, Coal, and You