faminehome illustration journal

(all) our lives,worlds

broken before the dawn // grew into ribbons

what unholy phases the moon saw in me

and what hallowed places grew out of the lack in me

we are,

all of us,

fractured and whole

broken and becoming

the dissected edge of the world

is far too close

the end is nearer than I’d like

and far too long til morning

By a w a y l n d x

Artist, aberrant mind

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