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A Time Alone
Night is fallen and she’s alone, out in nowhere, a place where she’s at home. Coldness seeps in, and she rises to find meaning, to those who have loved and laughed but are still lost and leaning. "Come run away with me," she says "and find my naked trees, my barren waters, my floating bridges. For if I go to sleep, you echo in me."

She opens her eyes and sees an apparition, ready to surrender to something so tender. What did you think, did the river caress you? Did she impress you? And she lays in piles of yellow and red, her appetite unfed. "I beg you to come dream with me, in the open," she calls out to them.

Sing For Me (a work in progress)
I spent all of my money in the first week after I left home. I didn’t know where I was going, only that it was far away from the place I’d been before. You gotta understand, I didn’t think I’d make it past today, and I wanted to take a break and sleep for a long time. But when I heard his voice I knew I had found my home. That’s when I decided to stay.

Christy is a self taught artist, residing in Los Angeles, and originally from Hawaii.