Dream Kingdom, pencil on a4 paper, work in progress by When You Escape.
“the cold wolf is prowling the bear fear howling. A world of limbs and cries and silent goodbyes. What’s never said never happened right. The talk goes on till the moon loses its bright. To send me off on my journey beneath, a lullaby of lion tears and crocodile teeth. Softly softly she spins her web, gently she lays me down to bed. And still the wolf and bear keep watch in fright. A top my crown, a spiral down, a dancing dream kingdom woven through my hair.”
(via moonlight-driive)
