Saint Ozy

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⚜️ what shall we call angels without wings Insta: @saintozy_

In the silence broken, We can only adorn the creaking of weathered wood. Foot steps that travel from the grave. The sigh of a reprieve from a life insulated from vengeance. Nothing in this life should taste so sweet as revenge. “I asked V if she’d gotten her revenge after this.”

A visceral set with Dwella for a concept I’d been sitting on for a long while. I love conceptual videos like this. Focusing on aesthetic, color, and mood as a center point for the creation.

I’ve washed these moments from my skin. Removed you from the depths of even my most intrusive dreams and yet you persist. Like dye in my water that spreads from my stomach and into my veins, I bleed you out. Could someone have warned me that love would be something that takes over a soul?

Being a person with deadly, incurable cancer who is nonetheless still alive for an indefinite timeframe gives me an interesting metaphor that helps me deal with things like large-scale corruption in government or commerce. Bear with me for a second while I try to explain.