am i not the mirror you wanted? do i not seek the actions of your future? where does the line between me and you separate us, is it the reflective glass that keeps our hands apart? when i press the tips of my fingers to yours, an act you control and i do not, do you loathe me? your self pity, your self hate, all directed at me, the reflection in the mirror. but i have only done what you led. my feet walk in your movements, do i not desire love and hope? is there no chance for me?

oc art lol

rough draft

Luka often drove on the Bells Of Heaven bridge back and forth from the mainland...