heal me.

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb...

Ask me what you want./Archive/RSS

jedavu:

The whimsical illustrations by illustrator Baran Sarigul

jedavu:

Animated Graphite Self-Portrait by T.S. Abe

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