

forgotten mittensMy fingertips are popsicles I ran late again this morning mitts left forgotten on the floor I didn't even notice until I came home tonight--I merely tucked my tips into the sleeves of an old sweater the companion of campfires, skating rinks, and high fevers, despite its homeliness; You've pulled the hood over my eyes more than once chuckled at me bundled like a child going out for recess instead of leaving a flushed bright-eyed woman increasingly familiar with driving through flashing red and yellow intersections beyond the loforgotten mittens
| I am a prospective artist and graphic designer, currently taking digital design at the Art Institute of Pittsburgh Online... I am half done my degree and would love some feedback. I'm finally trying to get out there more, which is hard for me, because I'm a very shy artist... I guess what I have to get around is actually expressing what I want to and not to be afraid of doing it... |
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