Longing in June

"If this is really a sin then taint me, stain me.

Then it will be salvation from the horrors of being a white canvas.

How Love is the most sacred of sins, and how its unfullfillment condemns me."

Scribbles from a little while back, I need to breathe.

I'd always been the night, the very one I despise.

Dark, absent in life, in light.

I would say I was the ruler of the same battlefield in which I had died.

I still sleep in my deadbed.

And then there you where, the night seemed to have stolen the sun from the sky itself.

She who laughes like burning fire, melting my fingertips at the touch

Not the warmest of my dreams could have really imagined you, warned me about your arrival.

I found myself to be Hades in front of your Persephone

I found out with you how the night has its light after all in the stars, I was ever present.

And I am so fortunate that in bringing you into my kingdom, I was able not to dim your light.

"Princess, we have come to take the blues"

Hello :) I present to you my subway sketches...well more like anywhere I go sketches.