Seattle rains fail to drown once sunned memories
apprehended before birth, these passed moments

linger on as slumbering ghosts haunting me
longing for chances now wilting on paths untaken

you come as my morrow, my marrow

Author: Ward

I’m the creator and operator of this little corner of the internets, writing on all things related to art and more specifically my experiences trying to figure this whole thing out. I guess I’m trying to figure out life, too, but mostly I just post about art here.

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