Into the sun

into the wilds

The time to let all things dry and bond.

Those leaves are the rest of time in a rapper. A moment of space enclosed with a life print, laying in the sun to vanish. The darkness creeps in hours before my mind can grasp it. We are the epicentre. Paint is the epicentre. Ink is the epicentre.

madness

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