❝ I know the bottom, she says.

I know it with my great tap root:
It is what you fear.

I do not fear it: I have been there.
Is it the sea you hear in me,
Its dissatisfactions?

Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? ❞

{ sylvia plath, elm }

━━ GILDED LILY,  blood, sweat and tears for paint.
divergent.