Most of my memories have become ghosts. I'll be honest, most of my time is spent thinking about my mother and the events surrounding her passing. This is neither here nor there; what comes of this is a forced hand and heart. What would she want me to do right now? Enjoy every moment. It's so hard; the most trying thing I've ever been faced with.
I feel like my art is lacking, but that's because I'm lacking.
Posted by Aurora at 7:12 AM