I chose what looks like simple things already pre-made, cheap ink-transfers. Like my memory.
I have been clean off meth for over 2 years.
Memories that still exist have been warped by time & drugs. My mother, Christine, passed away on February 10, 2008; of ovarian cancer; around 6 pm.
I should have quit before. While she was still alive.
The last she saw of me, Christmas 2007, I was coming down. This is my artistic insignia, since 2002; a photo of me on our last Halloween together.
Though, she is still here. I can never say enough: the most honest words:
“I am so sorry, mom.”
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.