I painted this just for you, love..
Vision of love.
Prints on prints on prints.
”..you’re like this cool breeze in this hell hole of a place.”
Sex, drugs, & dubstep.
The artist. The art.
Canadian & Trini, born and raised in Miami.
No ordinary love shit..
I threw my hands in the air and said “show me something..”
I’m not writing this for you.. or for anyone for that matter
..not really sure how to feel about it. Something in the way you move, makes me feel like i can’t live without you. Why would anyone want to live without you? You’re like an angel that heaven sent personally down to show the world what beauty is. Beauty isn’t art, beauty is you. I’ve imagined your face many times and i usually come up with the same picture. Your endless smile sends shocks to my heart and brings me a l i v e, constantly (because i see you everyday, you know). And your laugh?..well your laugh echoes in silence and plays as a constant background music. There aren’t enough instruments in the world to mimick that beauty..
I’ll probably love you forevr