i came into the peace of the wild things,

by Rachel Lynch in


sunburst, over-exposed lovers undercover. this is the here and the now. the way in which we live our lives is our greatest work of art. The present is a fleeting, grainy mix of nothing and everything. I wish I could depict it better, come up with some logical image that captured everything I felt and wanted to say. I know that will never be possible, so instead I create and collect snippets for what reflects my reality. It is in no way a direct depiction, but it's the best I got.

nothing is as it seems, we are bones.