Some days as I wake from the unrest that comes with the spur I feel the weight of my bones, the distant calling from only her I see the frame where the man is caught and the forest where the fox remains Where eyes recollect of the sights, the unerasable, the darkened stains As I stare unto the sky I recollect the fabrics peeling, the glass breaking The thoughts crowding my visions, my body failing as my hands start shaking The heart leaking emotions, the mind housing my resolve Only one man, so many worlds. Where does Shane Frost Dissolve?
I've learned never to take callmedoc's art just at immediate face value. Often times, what seems obvious is just meant to lead you astray. That being said, much like Harzy earlier, I do find your work delightful as well, and it does strike me as curious if you would ever consider doing things like canvas prints and whatnot.
I've learned never to take callmedoc's art just at immediate face value. Often times, what seems ob
