Konstant Be

My jaw is clinched...constantly. I've felt this before. Some moments I just tremble. Some moments I remember how to cry. I can taste the familiar. I'm forgetting you. A paradox. Excuse me. My mind thinks of you less often, my soul can never forget. My heart is the horizon. Split in twain. Some moments I just tremble. Some moments I just hope.

We die alone and we are judged alone. Nothing will ever change that.

 I was spraypainting and messing around a little bit the other day, assisted by my little brother. I was primarily trying to practice doing abstract background stuff and then added some stencil work. I'm kind of amassing an army of stencils...