I miss you so much, but I don’t know how to get to you anymore. I don’t know how to find you or where to begin to look. You feel so close, yet so far at the same time and I think that’s what hurts the most. I never gave up on you… I’m still on my way to you… I hope we fit like we used to. I’m afraid that time, life, and experience have changed me. What if we don’t go together like we used to?
-To my art
Adele hits so much harder when you’re sad 🥹
I hope I exist in your heart always.
“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”— Sylvia Plath
women and art literally go hand in hand