Black pen and watercolours on paper.
1 of 1.
"They see me. I’m one of them.
Am I?
This dark sky, no stars. Water on my feet.
I can’t stay here. I don’t belong here.
I don’t remember my past. I don’t remember my sins.
We're programmed to repair ourselves.
We are programmed not to fear the end.
I don’t have the red dot in my chest.
I still feel.
My ghosts.”
