unfulfilled it stoodatop a wooden tablethe empty vase had not a drop to hold its needs were transparentbut no one ever met themthe thirsty vase had not a bloom to boast I saw the lonely vesseland chose to make it specialthrough my drawing it would be the star destinies are chosenby every individualit need notContinue reading “It Could Be a Vase | assigning labels”
Jennifer Trijo 