Ghosts of Christmas Past (Original Project): "Want a seat?"

"Want a seat?" 🐺

Out on the street

Bars, stars and neon lights

I'm a sea then a drop

an ocean, I dissolve

- Two whiskeys and a lime

- "Want a seat?" - a voice, divine,

Your smile is a crime.

Out of all the flesh I meet

in a place I need not be

I found someone to call my own.

Poem by me.

This illustration is part of my original art and sensory project Ghosts of Christmas Past

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