faminehome illustration journal

in the first light

of false dawn // the garden, interrupted

these months and years have marked us, forever changed

there’s a maelstrom outside

when there’s so much we’ve lost that we need to come to terms with now

grieving, some of us never stopped

can’t remember when we started


I’m so tired of these nightmares

there’s a hole to my heart to all hurt

they’ve been here

they’re not new

prolific natural disasters

monstrous planeshifters

“I’m not from around here”

I never was


the Dreamer / wakes / day after day

By a w a y l n d x

Artist, aberrant mind

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