#ngl this is the work that has the most likelihood of doxxing me

[huorn-roac]

An Ode To The Craft

The ink stains on my fingers bring solace bring proof that i can do what even the angels cannot- The calluses the sweat (the occasional blood mixed with ash and dirt the instant it flows) It is fitting for I, a mortal of clay to play with the very same stardust that formed me The pigments flow (some landing on my skin) The letters torn from the tendrils of my soul And each time a vision becomes- framed, or bound, or signed, by my own will- I will grow to love the creature given form and breath that houses me

For it brings solace brings proof That a creation can indeed be Loved By their clay-stained maker.