This is where I reblog images- versus only my own art.
Walking the Sea.
I continue on thinking about you, the memories that we shared— the memories to be shared. Thoughts of our hands fade through my mind, the slight touch we staked— the full embraces. My hands carve this for you— My hands make this for you. I make this for you, and I make this for me. I go through these trials— I choose to love, I try to trust. The tendencies we develop, the things we forget. How it ends, how it ended— it was about the trip—the journey. I walk this inevitable path not because I have to, but- because I need to. I live, I learn, I grieve through loss— and go along. I enjoy and I love and then go across— This path seems to leave me no where but down and worn out— I go. I don’t ever understand where I am— but where I could be— I know. I look at my hands— they seem alone now- where have you gone? where will you be? Stay with me now, stayed with me. My face, my body is owned by the tide— and my beliefs are owned by the air I breathe. Who I am is what I feel— my emotions are what keep me company. This is why I make this for you— because without- my creations cannot be. The depths have worn me thin and the air has set me free- The trek, the sea— this is what love is to me.
