reflections of me from 2017.

met you.

loved you.

followed my shadow.

move fast feet. 

fall hard knees.

run Forrest run.

day time dreamer.

night time shaker.

Be Mr. Wonka.







love is inherently optimistic.

our existence is nothing but brilliance.

closer than ever, our love is persistent.

the rest of our story is yet to be written…


less of a piece of me.

more of a piece of us.

prayers on parchment paper.

painting a piece of the puzzle.

in for 3 beat.

hold it.

out for 3 beat.

draw another line.





i kissed u in a dream

asleep on the cold floor

i had a dream of you

and went in for a kiss

then i woke.


a bad kiss at the saint

the music was too loud

i had escaped myself

i went in to kiss u

u rejected me.


we first kissed at the studio

there was a fun party

me and u were dancing

i went in for a kiss

and we kissed.




max cron art


fuck you, i love you, i said as i was kicked out of the apartment. a week before, we traveled to japan. it was our first time there. true heaven. we lived together in a small hotel room. it was a beautiful town on japan’s west coast. we ate sushi, drank sake, and made love, but we would fight all the time. i guess it was their ego versus mine by now and we both thought we were the next coming of Christ. that was our problem. it was possibly the greatest week of my life. then we split up. we met in person one last time. i presented a painting i did of her and she cried. a week later she messaged me and accused me of stealing her jewelry. people always told me to never date an artist … then who’s supposed to date me? mary?