I m losing you. You moved. But you gave me my power. You made me grow. You empowered me. We found magic together. Now I’m alone. Surrounded by magic. I m magic. As you are. But now I’m alone. I still can feel you. I know you are my twin. But the words are missing.
My husband got me two new fountain pens and a sample of inks from Goulet pens about a month before the pandemic. I think those ink samples got me through the last 7 weeks of lockdown in an already dreary winter.
This head is from a broken sculpture I found in A church of Rome when I was exploring the city, you can see a lot of these sculpture on the streets when you look around.