HABIT

Made of plastic and elastic

He is rugged and long lasting

Who could ever ever ask for more?

HABIT Moodboard! 

the sun was once bright

against our faces, and smiles luminated in the summer

the moon was once soft

and it brought joy, comfort. the soft tones of mother earth were our pride and joy. the leaves that spun around our ankles during the fall was once a call to venture rather than run

now all i see

are faces of nothing, and i can only feel the blood that runs down my nose, warm and my body catatonic. my hands and feet are numb with pins and needles, and my head is filled with static. comfort comes from of the eyes of the camera watching over me. they help me understand im not insane, but it’s a catch 22, because i know i can’t deny it anymore.

the sun is now

nothing but a facade, for night and day do not exist. time is a looping of events rather than progression foward. everything is beyond what we can comprehend. the shadows now have mouths and they can speak, and they have spoke. i can feel the spit of the demons from the eighth layer dust my ankles, and i can’t hear my own breath.