It hurts me. More than anything I want to sweep you up in my arms and tell you it will be alright, follow you and watch your wings heal that you may fly once more, mother your world and watch it bloom....

I want to help you.

It feels like a viper's teeth biting into my soul to see your world progress, untouchable, from the screen of my phone. A portal into your world of ink and pen, of paper and story. A world I wish to be there for.

SilentArt