in my dreams, my art comes to life.
the sun, like the moon and stars, is our guardian. our mother.
i dislike eros (cupid)..
the stars are everlasting steady guardians, watching us as we live and die, and love and lose.
knowing what you could have had but what you never chased after is the most painful thing in the world.
in the end, aren’t we all copies of the same person, just molded in different manners?
like an old painting, my dreams are faded.
with you, i think i could like summer.
still on fire, i know who i am now.
a shimmering mirage.