1889 satanic, victorian wallpaper, ed gorey, fear and loathing, taxidermy, gothic, punk, sadness, passion, ink drawing, blake Kintsugi New sunset. So hollow, so dull. Where is that power… That light… That massive pull. Without her. You are…so broken. I held my breath. Evoked a thought. A dream. A wish. I could not rip apart. Deep tunnel, You’ve let me down. You are…so broken. Sharp wire. Bamboo. Smoke rises. To fade. Deep breaths; embrace. Through succulent. Far towers in place. Old porch. We touched the meaning of life. You are…so broken. No… It’s not them. It’s not you. It is me. That look in your eyes. The curve of your cheek. You whisper: So loved, and so safe. I am…so broken.  --style raw --s 250