The zine grows.
There is a time in my life where all I could see was where it’s gone and not where I was going. It wasn’t that I was blind so much. I was just so busy reliving those moments over and over and over again in my soul that I couldn’t , that I couldn’t even be in the present anymore. It was heartbreaking. I’m still not really sure how I kind of ricocheted out of all these things .
I swear to you, I know the reds, blues and yellows, they saved me. Made me whole again. The textures and the patterns in the patchworks moved the stars for me.
Love is the breeze as it whispers secrets to you about yourself and the world.
It’s really a beautiful place. The edges are rusty and sun kissed. Home.
All parts of one whole.