the sounds of kisses in the background sound like roses, as if something is cutting them, without gloves, they're throbbing with their thorns, to the perpetual space of the sound and wonders. it was my pleasure. -alter
it's been a stretch, an unsteady voyage to absolute dimness, to realms i do not recall. today is meant to mark the day of my new beginning, but i don't know, if it won't mark the day of something ultimate. i am surrounded by love, love i weren't allowed to experience again.
i glimpse, i watch a scrutinise, envying their connections, their perpetuality. i like earth because of, it's one of the reason i came here at first. may my paintings serve you as the proof of my existence. i'll return, you won't knows it's me, i won't know it's me, but i'll be.