Ghosts of Christmas Past (Original Project): Come back to me

Come back to me 🌪☁️🌏

The typewriter keeps clacking

Two pins on a map

I wish the world would fold itself

Under the weight of our vices

Your voice is soft

But it's so hard

Our moons are separating

hopping from here to 1Q84

Realities are shifting

Will it ever be as you swore?

Poem by me.

Illustration for my art and sensory project Ghosts of Christmas Past.

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