wystswolf

The wealthy have changed hands at the top level of government.

My mother used to take me to used bookstores.

250118 6am Good day, my friend! The sun is shining it yet arisen and yet you have already lighted my day with thoughts of your radiance.

Some find themselves only after they are lost.

Burkowski was right, Love is a dog from hell

To paint is to invite you into my dream, realms where anything is possible.

The sky tonight is blended perfection

God, I miss you.

“These are dangerous days To say what you feel is to dig your own grave Remember what I told you If you were of the world they would love you” — Sinead O’Conner; Black Boys on Mopeds

Every day I drift further Further from you on The sea of memory.