I wanted to try and capture what I felt the texture, taste, and expression passion feels like. I’ve only just scratched the surface.

Wonderland.

Great Expectations.

Virtues Shadow.

Death is not to be feared, it is just a walk in the garden.

Longing for comfort.

Our identity is not based on our worthlessness but his worth.

Cradled by the angelic.

This is some more of my fantasy poetry.

My Kleenex are angelic.