I don't have much to say as of late, because I don't have much to love. The drive of my inspiration, the force that moved my fingers has all but died out.
The moonlight that once showered me in glittering light has faded into darkness and my blood has ran cold with hate.
I have no purpose left to fulfill. My long time muse has become a ghost of a person, a face I barely recognize anymore.
My aching spirit remains. It's the only thing that does in the end.
All the love I feel boils and rots into hate by triple the amount.
The moonlight that once showered me in glittering light has faded into darkness and my blood has ran cold with hate.
I have no purpose left to fulfill. My long time muse has become a ghost of a person, a face I barely recognize anymore.
My aching spirit remains. It's the only thing that does in the end.
All the love I feel boils and rots into hate by triple the amount.
Robert Wun: 'Scorched Bride' Couture Gown, Spring/Summer 2023
Model: Rawdah Mohamed
Model: Rawdah Mohamed
Libitina
The Mountain Goats – No Children
Life is starting to sound like this song again