I see you. You lie to me so often, I hardly notice. You tell me he doesn’t love me. You tell me we won’t change. You tell me hope is lost, fear is fine and comfort cannot be found. While I easily and quickly believe you, you’ve been noticed. I see you and I’m fighting you.
Sincerely not yours, Chelsey
Undertaking the translation of music and art into graphic design for the good of people and the beautification of things seen and unseen