I'm a leaf shaken loose from my tree, falling- Red with the anger of having to live a temporal life; Red with the romance of times fleeting nature. And it feels like there is no going back. And I'm sorry for being so weak, but something's breaking. I can't tell if it's the ice, or my heart. The dead are right around the corner. And no one believes me.
Cheers- to your affection; your entertainment. There is a small piece of me that shades away a complex pattern with simple colors. I reflect for answers and direction. A clear form, sharp in my memories lens appears at first. But it's shining folds are made murky by the fluid ripples of the mind. Patience, maybe- for something new to come sweeping in. And then what?
"False Propaganda" Oil on Canvas
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