lovermink

If any of you choose to get any of my art work tattooed on, PLEASE send me pictures! I find it very flattering when someone likes my art enough to have it on their skin forever. :) - Jazmin

As I slither my words, I feel them dead, Something died in me, You cut trust so easily, I sow it back so slowly, My hands are only made of porcelain, For the rope that has held us rendered rotten.

Today I saw a woman caress some flowers with so much love. Though we were both strangers, I knew we were birds of the same feather. The love for plants is so inherently rooted in me since a child. I felt a silent connection as I admired her gentle act.