blending

blending

blending

the phases are blending,
lost hazy parts,
time that’s not in order.

and me,
floating on that river again.

this river that
I keep coming back to,
to search for a purpose.
I want to look like freedom,
a true heaven’s gate,
but to jump off the cliff,
J have to let go.*

the phases are blending,
lost hazy parts,
time that’s not in order.

and me,
floating on that river again.

this river that
I keep coming back to,
to search for a purpose.
I want to look like freedom,
a true heaven’s gate,
but to jump off the cliff,
J have to let go.*

Ink, on paper

Ink, on paper

70cm x 100cm