She was his wound,
the one that didn’t heal,
the rest of his life
just a series of days
that took him
further from her.
In the quiet hours
he dissolves himself
in whiskey, plays
old records and sings
his memories,
the only soft things
the world has left him.
He doesn’t sleep,
just drifts
in and out of dreams,
wandering his sorrow
in search of that place
where he was whole.(New poem, April 2013)
Utterly beautiful. You are very talented.
152’s a bit of an achievement, eh?
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Day 2 of San Francisco, SFMOMA edition. Follow @cavetocanvas on Instagram for more photos
artgasm
does anybody else have that friend that you’re pretty sure is your soulmate but in a friend way
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Bocanegra is a craft beer made in Monterrey.
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