Vintage Lollipops

Hearts Gone Cold sneak peek for an upcoming show!  Strange but cute... starting to feel the need to get back to these odd ones.    Teatime all the time.    I mean...   Pretty much obsessed with this tea cup to the point I'm scared to actually drink from it.   Garden views.   Yep, it's how I do the coffee. Bewitched by a Persian Silk Tree. 

On cotton candy overload and loving it. 

Feelin' like Wednesday on Friday.🌿

She is there at your side, a faded thought like the breath of a ghost. Do you feel her? That moment between all the others  that lets you be just as you are,  just as you are meant to be.  Every petal, a whisper.  Every tear, the warmth of memory.  Let them speak to you, beloved. This is forever. Don't you see?  🌿bh

  Wooden Ophelia Planchette

Waves From the deepest part of her ocean she rushes in like waves and disappears just as quickly. Inundating the alchemical union of souls with subtle conjuring, a ritual of senses ignites burning and drifting about the current. Through breathing walls of water and paper stars at midnight, she rushes in like waves.  🌿bh

I let these unspoken words bathe over me like a wave of petals and paper boats caressing a lazy shoreline. These troubled bones shift with our moonlight,  in the fades of this lovely deep. And I asked myself if the sand was happy when the tide rushed away.  Or if it found pleasure knowing it would always return.  🌿bh

It's been a long, rough week... flowers help. 

There is moonlight in this tragedy like metal bones against the storm. Press your lips to mine  and I taste your sin,  your lies that scratch and claw the back of my throat with this disease of love. It is a curse of unsettled whispers,  and I dare stay afloat,  bathing with your demons. Come into the shadow box.  Rest with me your oblivion, your lovelorn soul, and let our skeletons dance together. 🌿 bh

Happy weekend!