Your Last Breath #6
On it rumbles… I feel like I’m really getting behind this concept. I wanted to draw on something that would be so far from my creative spectrum as possible. I’m working in fiction what if. Maybe this is the inner depth of my minds self preservation. Which generally makes me pretty boring. I’m still thinking what official direction this going…
INNER The mothers clasp, in safety to hold, enclose. Inner winter warm repels the cold. Warms the soul controlled, relax, breath out, childhood stories told turning, caring, comfort it never grows old.