In the finest, most prestigious art galleries around the world I would still choose to watch you.
For no paint on a canvas, no word on a page, no performance could ever hope to compete with the sheer mastery of craftsmanship that you are.
Spectacular.
Marvellous.
Wondrous.
Wild.
Perfect.
Everything.
YOU ARE READING
Desolate Moon (SS 2)
Poesíamore exhibitionism, more emotional outbursts, more uncomfortably uncut honesty. TRIGGER WARNING.
