Mark Demsteader
Oil on canvas

My shadow said to me:
what is the matterIsn’t the moon warm
enough for you
why do you need
the blanket of another body?
Margaret Atwood, excerpt from “The Shadow Voice” (via larmoyante)



If you’ll be my star
I’ll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
When I turn jet black and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
I live to let you shine








