All the layers you’ll have to shed until it’s gone.
War is over.
I thought of home, missed the pomegranate wine.
To give a hand.
With every turn of day the same story gave a different sight.
Forget me not.
Safe in the space of my memory.
I haven’t figured out all the people that I am.
Rhye, “Please” study
War won’t heal.
A Ghost Story (2017, David Lowery) Illustration for Prologue Magazine.