Marrowofstructure - Marrow

So, we rest in dialogue

Where neither of us speak

My mouth moves

Your mouth moves

A sound is made

But neither of us is real

But words aren't real

There is just one of us here, split in two

And breath just falls away

Falls away

Why can't I hear you?

Why can't you understand?

What do you feel when I stare blankly at your voice that tease me with meaning?

What can I say apart from nothing at all?

And you would put me through this

And I would rest in silence, if it were my way

I'd return into your womb

Where all that speaks is your pulsing heartbeat

That pulses through me too

Where I'd be safe from speech

Where I would be your leach

I'd be stretching out your skin

I'd be a selfish little unborn shithead

And I would wear you thin

Finally, I'd be bathing naked in the light

So, once again, I'd fail to understand

And I'll crawl back in again

We'll do this forever

Forever

This one has been my most worked on drawing yet and I plan to go much bigger in the future. It's come a long way since I started it months ago.

What an odd medium of which we meet, as artists. My work is praised by those close to me, yet it seems to vanish completely through the filter of social media. I'm waiting patiently for the right person to see what I have to offer. Until then, I will happily float through obscurity.

"The Herder"

I'm proud of this one, being the first big drawing of a style I've begun to adopt and look forward to growing. In this, you'll see several stories and fragments of the goings on within my little skull. There are themes of herders and teachers, exploration of consciousness, funerals, overzealous desire, etc. I am working on a colored version of this that I would like to sell prints of.

So, when the pillars fell, no one rebuilt them.

And when the walls cracked, no one sealed them.

And when the children were born, no one taught them.

So, the ruins remained ruined.

And vines seeped through the cracks.

And the children never learned the truth.