Sunshiyn — Artwork and blog of Megan Zupan

smells of spices, the scent of the wind on an old, nicotine-saturated coat...bought from the clearance rack at K-mart over a decade ago. A smile clouded...never true to itself...but yearning for the freedom to be...as is she. I miss the person I know she could be if she stopped letting life get her down. Tears hidden...always concealed behind a facade of hardness, a crude tongue paired with a warm heart...no stranger to sacrifice, but a guest all the same. Crow's feet tell the story of the sights she's known...daily reminders of a life once lived, fighting to come back. She's on the verge of retrieval...moreso every day...I'm proud of her for this, and have no doubt that she will find what she's been searching for all these years. love you mom.