I’m obsidian oil upon a canvas, a quiet volcanic void
of a sensitive man’s heart – a ghost of foible youth
that took too long to mend, smile, and pretend.
Day 23 – #30in30
I’m obsidian oil upon a canvas, a quiet volcanic void
of a sensitive man’s heart – a ghost of foible youth
that took too long to mend, smile, and pretend.
The Authortoria 