Sweet Like Cinnamon

Dreams have been easier to recall lately, perhap this is in part of the blue moon from a few days ago. Jasmine haired women who smell like their namesake flower. They came with fawn and walked by me as if i was a mere wildflower – a passing leaf. 

I need : October, books of poetry & Southern novels,  rain-fall of the  autumnal season, pumpkins &  falling leaves,  film-nights, to be enveloped in warm blankets while books become my sleeping companions. lighting candles as they light the way I miss the raindrops creating melodies upon my windowsill, my bittersweet music-box lullaby.

lately, via my instagram



& some work-in-progress artwork of some lovelies


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