my blood flows harshly:

"i could not get through september without a battle"

travel map:

figure/ground:

my name is driftwood:

"i am what is left... a puppet"

motif:

monogram:

bordem's not a burden anyone should bear:

"something kinda sad about the way that things have come to be. desensitized to everything. what became of subtlety?"

swollen on the shore: