My Savior

Well, who knows? Only time— (Nah, I won’t bother with a cliché saying) The past is the past, Time goes on, Life goes on Who let time in charge anyway?

(Time may be consistent; The future may be uncertain, But that’s a-ok)

oh, would you look at Her? – Kristina Medina

oh, would you look at Her? she—so close, yet so far. seemingly within the grasp of a hand, but so far out of reach stuck in place, stuck in sand from afar i cast my looks for i, a mere pebble, enduring the wrath of dear Mother, cannot reach Her, cannot even compare to Her on a pedestal for all to see to admire Her beauty.

Mother Nature mocks me so, the quiet sounds of rain hitting against this persistent pest—truly a pane. a reminder of what i cannot have i stand before my love, a barrier on my path. the ridiculousness of it all, i let out a laugh.

oh, how long to be with Her. the feelings of The fallen ones i understand, for the temptation— it certainly is grand, to take, to have, to love something that only money can solve, but alas, the god of my world, no where to be seen evident in the emptiness of this wallet in hand, Drawing by: Sara Ledyard again, i must say, i understand

with my eyes, i can only see doing anything but such would be Heresy