waking

the sun slept comfortably, a black satin sheet of sky pulled to her face. the air was softened by quiet dew and the heavy breathing of rested life. i sat on the ledge of the window, knees propped, a cup of warm coffee to warm my fingers and my mind. only the light of a small table lamp spotlighted the empty room. i allowed myself a leisurely awakening, throwing a hoodie over my crumpled hair, glasses over my weary eyes, and let the kind sound of alli rogers gently rub the backs of sleeping veins, sleeping spirits.

cause we are always Eden
the day after she fell
we seel good and evil
and choose which one to tell

and as the world yawned into existence, i wished for sleep...







my painting area. thought i'd show it, mainly so you can see the primary stage of my final self portrait. i'm just as curious as you are.

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