These are just doodles of my thoughts. Nothing formal or important. They're for me, but I'm sharing them with you. The photographs are also all my own. Enjoy.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Ink
Because when you write on your skin, it's in a different font.
But why does the skin get to drink the poison?
And the person you'd like so desperately to carve poisonous words into feels, nothing.
Sees, nothing.
Understands, nothing.
Says everything...
Everything that's poisonous.
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