love of inks

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A million moments in one night.

Friends of friends of friends of lovers. The empty is the moment the bag hits the floor and the door closes to the night. Hard pressed to see more than the seconds of running, smiling and the little deaths. Teens on Halloween, the parties, the drugs, the troubles and the makeup on banisters. Midsize red and white finger paint on lips and clothings.

Her smirk is the open books that say everything and then nothing all at once. Her costume is the run on sentence of the mind’s eye.

Mars the phenomenal.

Little of me remembers that years smells but the touch of the cold on the tops of my arms is an unshakeable souls shiver. The parts that make all I run into mentally a cliff edge.

Long live the hearts.

 

 

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Children’s children

UNADJUSTEDNONRAW_thumb_16f1I feel like these kids are the future the world is going to see. UNADJUSTEDNONRAW_thumb_16f2They are these beautiful little souls and need us to fight for them.UNADJUSTEDNONRAW_thumb_16f3I’m going to fight for them in many ways and painting is one of them.