valuables

there were winter nights that left me so cold, like lying on a tiled floor at five in the morning, like getting an ice cube stuck to your tongue, like putting your bare feet in the snow, and it reminded me of how a corpse must feel all alone in his coffin.










<sup>what is this even about? what's up with the second picture? i'm not so sure myself, really. sometimes i don't know. the picture has meaning for me that is hard to explain, which is what makes me so unsure about posting it to begin with. i don't know what you guys will take from this, but... hm. sorry.

self and trees, early 2009. all artwork in my gallery is © me, bailey elizabeth. do not use, reproduce, or modify my images or writing in any way without my written permission. don't steal my art.</sup>