You’re always holding on to stars :: SOTD

  Keep Art Alive :: Art by Amy-Friend “Growing old is getting old. I often find myself here thinking, about the birds, the boats, and past loves that flew away or started sinking. And it’s crazy here without you, I used to think this all was ours. We’d stay up late, debate on how we’d find our way, say it’s all up in the stars.” The memories of the¬†you when you were with me, and the me when I was with you, they are fading into a sepia tone finish, like the photos of my Grandmother that smelled like moth … Continue reading You’re always holding on to stars :: SOTD