Moleskine Pages- Infested

'Come rid me of my second sight, my first tooth and my last bullet. I can't stand the forest fire in my spare room that threatens my paper horizon. I was induced from a womb with extravagant promises of super powers and the divine protection of Angels. Now I am infested and angry.'
This page was done during a 'blue' period, that is still to a degree ongoing. I grew tired of the seduction of hope, I am disillusioned by the idea of patience and the notion that hard work is always rewarded. I am in the process of re evaluating my life, my principles and my usual life jackets.

Moleskine Pages - Bullets

As the kisses stopped, their hearts hardened and shrunk into two lead bullets that could kill winged creatures. Crows and ravens escaped unharmed but angels didn't.