Where do our thoughts go when we dream,
where does the calm go when anxiety stampedes.

The same place where the soldier goes to weep,
atonement slowly rolling down his cheek.

Bet the tones are golden and sweet,
like where the sea and sky meet.

where the feelings fly free.

Break & Rebuild | 2023
Hand drawn in Procreate
5,100 px x 4,300 px