Konstant Be

 This is where I keep canvases because there's is no other room  for the large ones in my apartment; wedged in the stairwell. <|3

There are artists and then there are people who make art. <|3

Art show in less than two weeks, poetry slam in less than 4 days! Let's go! <|3

‎:) This poem is finally ready to let me finish it. So thankful, I've been waiting on this one for a long time.

"Everything is impossible until somebody does it."

for the day of the dead i went to old town it was the first time since that last time a man stood behind a newspaper stand with silky palm leaves threading them into flowers and hearts my heart spoke before my mind could remember and stifle the desire to buy one to give it to you i could see myself handing you this piece of beauty i thought... i knew you would have loved it i wanted to buy one for you but then reality and sadness with it welled up because i couldn't...      ...it's the little things that hurt the most <|3