My eyes fogged over when winter called.
It was a late Sunday night when she threw herself into our lives once again.
I woke up the next morning with bricks falling down my back,
and a temperature indecipherable on a thermometer.
She kicked at me, and bruised my ears and scratched my nose.
I shrugged her off told her goodbye.
But winter does what winter wants, and winter wants to stay.
So, I said okay, but don’t impose,
you beautiful season.
(hating and loving and loving some more)
art from 2017-2018
whether you're celebrating fourth of july…
a trip to the country side
going around the world…
May thirteenth marks the three year anniversary of pressing publish on my first blog post…
a story about benches and fences
dysfunctional review of Boyhood
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