May my drawings live all I cannot.
Keep safe my secrets,
And find sweet peace in the dark.
They are free to cross the oceans,
Crawl into pleasure
Their soul, bounded up.
No fears, no noise, no confessions.
Just silence, warm and cuffs.
May my drawings, little creatures,
grab this freedom, and fly.
When a cage has no locks,
but your trembling, cold and sad.