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