#channing m

[de-morte]

My delicate amber, you, my autumn blood, where everything has withered, but you remain, you my rimm'd bower, my scarlet grotto, I have sharpened my élan vital under your darkest hues. You my autmn blood, I, your immortal seer, your winter bare, I am the dried cloves that you have pressed ceaselessly between your soul, and now, now I reek of eleemosynary rivets.

Channing M// Vault of My Books

[parasoli]

Perhaps, our tears are a way of telling us that we carry an ocean within the walls of our heart.

Channing H.M.

[restlessland]

THE MASKS OF THE LIAR

[de-morte]

Bouddica leading the battle with fire torches, detailed battalion scene, painting by Channing M

[parasoli]

Somewhere where the dawn meets the stars, I will wait for you.

Channing M.