I wanted to end it at good night as a farewell to reality, as if a sleight of hand to magic away a feeling grim; A desperate move to label what’s next a bad dream. It’s an inversion to make reality a dream— rather, the past: a delusion, and wishful thinking. Looking back nostalgic at love bright, I fare thee well another good night.
It seems weird to start off a blog at a farewell poem but feelings of loss are so full of emotion that this may just be apt to begin an art blog. I want to start with a poem before posting some art maybe. I don’t really know what I want to do with this blog yet.
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