forsaken

I like observing people. I like looking at things.

Art attracts us only by what it reveals of our most secret self.

…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?

I would drink the sky and inhale the stars if I could. I want to exhale stardust and create my own constellations.

gather the constellations in your mind. press them to paper & call it art.

you have to fall in love with the things around you because when its 3am and you’re up crying alone, giving up all hope. sometimes the only thing that’s gonna keep you here is the stars. and that is enough.

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.”

She has the moon in her mind, that’s why stars spill off her lips.

From which stars have we fallen to meet each other here?