(◕‿◕✿) flower effect
People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation.
— Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale
been a while since i’ve drawn james.
so here’s my hungover attempt.
We have not touched the stars,
nor are we forgiven, which brings us back
to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes,
not from the absence of violence, but despite
the abundance of it.
And when I’m gone, we’ll meet again, as often do the closest friends. So dry your eyes and lay me down, I tell you this is not the end.