How naïve of me, to doubt love To think she has a last day To think she is not eternal  For my darling, our love has no last day Nor a first For my darling, our love is a messy bouquet Of half wilted sunflowers Tragically beautiful  But when the last petal falls, My hands will forever reach for yours In my eyes, you will forever see a promiseA promise of a new messy bouquet Somedays half wilted...

This year has been incredibly difficult for a lot of us. As someone who graduated high school in 2020, I missed out on a lot of the “high school highlights” that I have been looking forward to since I was young. I lost my job opening, the school I wanted to attend and got accepted to was too expensive for us to afford, and I stopped being able to see my friends and family. And I’m not alone on...

free, wild, and strong

**Original Available by Sterling O’Ray @sterlingsmoart**Medium: Acrylic PaintingSize: 14 x 20Prints: 5" x 7". Sunflowers smile with Sol in the open valley. Suddenly that valley begins to deteriorate. It seems that everywhere this flower child goes, her wanderlust leaves an aura of happiness. Do not dare be fooled by her crashed van.