Oct 2017
Our own histories, unwritten.
Hidden in stolen moments before the intermission.
Painted in our naked truth,
In the stunning glow of ember youth by an artist who has loved us at our worst, at our best, and through all the rest.
Hidden in stolen moments before the intermission.
Painted in our naked truth,
In the stunning glow of ember youth by an artist who has loved us at our worst, at our best, and through all the rest.
Only we know ourselves best, ego & self love in remembering ourselves through the tilted lense of our own perception.
