
Only four pens in front of me, four colors. I started drawing lines with each one.

Only four pens in front of me, four colors. I started drawing lines with each one.

I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.

I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.

I treat string instruments like vocals. Not knowing isn’t shame. Not saying what’s inside is.

I treat string instruments like vocals. Not knowing isn’t shame. Not saying what’s inside is.

You can’t resurrect the dead. They’re happy like that. They’re fine. They’re good.

You can’t resurrect the dead. They’re happy like that. They’re fine. They’re good.
