As my lips hold this cigarette, my head feels a little lighter and my heart feels a little heavier. While sitting by the window looking for light in the droplets of water on the street, I feel weirdly comfortable in this darkness. The inevitable question of my belief circling around me, I think it's an intrinsic feeling that I can't deny no matter how much I try. Do I give in or find something worthwhile ? Rumbling skies splashing water across my face, brushes the hair off my face and makes me shiver, not knowing if it's because of what's to come or whether it's the realisation of what's already present. I keep calling upon your name when I come for air every now and then. This wandering soul is unable to figure out if it's the comfort of resting in your embrace or an act of desperation of some sort. But as I'm holding the cigarette close to my face, clenched in between my fingers, I feel like death is close but not too close to overpower the life in me. There may have been some tears, and I might be writing this to contemplate what I'm feeling, but it's comforting to know that my art is my own and it stays whether I do or not.
@ELAGUACARTE proudly presents a photo by @mr__watson ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ . #Repost@mr__watson • • • My Morning: ☕️ 💦 Woke up at 5am. Drank my coffee as I watched the sun rise. Then threw water in the air and took this picture because I’m a bit wired. 🤷🏽♂️ How was yours? . . ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ .