I frequently attempt to capture home on a canvas
But despite all the good this does my soul
oils and turpentine do little for the city of Atlanta
If you were to ask me why I loved Atlanta.
You would know me as you would a brother
My first kiss
my best friends who no longer live there
that time when me and Jacob were so ******* over it that we spent 4 hours throwing rocks at the Chattahoochee hoping it would change something
And know nothing of I-285, Jimmy Carter, or Hartsfield-Jackson
And as I explain love.
With little interest in its subject
I feel that Orpheus would have empathized
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
I frequently attempt to capture home on a canvas
But despite all the good this does my soul
oils and turpentine do little for the city of Atlanta
If you were to ask me why I loved Atlanta.
You would know me as you would a brother
My first kiss
my best friends who no longer live there
that time when me and Jacob were so ******* over it that we spent 4 hours throwing rocks at the Chattahoochee hoping it would change something
And know nothing of I-285, Jimmy Carter, or Hartsfield-Jackson
And as I explain love.
With little interest in its subject
I feel that Orpheus would have empathized