wild moondust

It was fleeting moments of magic.

her soul was made of stardust

Some days colours are everywhere.

You are a universe of exploding stars.

l o s t

I feel most at home in these quiet places.

It’s always the same old sadness.

This is my face. I hate everything about it. I hate everything about my personality. I hate it all. I have been on a self help journey for the past 4 years, I have come a long way but I still find it hard to accept myself. Wild Moondust is my personal art journey. A reminder to myself of my soul, a way to keep feeling, and keep in touch with what’s beyond us. Because I struggle with myself, I struggle with human relationships, and image creation is my only true way to communicate how I feel with the world.

& she ran, away from her worries, to the trees and the sky that sang the song of her soul. 

there are a thousand things i wish i would have said and a thousand more i wish i would have done.