If The Boy Who Draws, Lets You Look Over His Shoulder

“If the boy who draws, lets you look over his shoulder. If the poet smiles and shows you her words. If the girl who sings for the shower only, hums a song, in front of you.

Know that you’re no longer a person but the air and dust that fills their lungs. When the world perishes, and all things cease to exist, you’ll remain inside an ink stain, a paint brush, a song.”

– Alaska Gold