Numb.
Cry.
Numb.
Scream.
Numb.
Why?
Mean.
I bury my face in my favorite pillow.
Dark.
Cry.
Why?
Alone.
Over and over and over and over.
Numb.
Scream.
Numb.
Mean.
Fuck you,
Whatever!
A VIZ'UAL JOURNEY, DRIVEN BY MY INSATIABLE CURIOSA... My wish for you is to have no regrets as you wander and sometimes stumble throughout your life. That you create the ability to pause and to feel, the delicacy in moments, allowing each to tickle the palate of your imagination. I pray that the ebb and the flow guide you safely, with both comfort and with grace, through each delicious drink you take. I invite you to share with me, my journey, as I sip slowly through the gift of my heart.
2 comments:
One thing for sure, sex has nothing to do with love, but love has everything to do with sex. This is such a paradox, but here it is naked and raw.
Ouch
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