Bought watercolors last December; thinking it was a good gift to myself. All night long I dream of orange suns and pink sunsets…of brushes and fingers and fingers that brushed. Yet in the morning, there’s nothing to find but a wide empty canvass.
So we find love at a young age but struggle everyday to keep it to the old years. I tried to understand why things, except our dark side, never last.
Thus, cry my soul and cry hard. If such salty tears alone could wet the brush. Tomorrow, there might be some color or some gray. Just know, sometimes, pain can end the dry spell and that the next day you shall start to feel again.
Bought watercolors last December; thinking it was a good gift to myself. All night long I dream of orange suns and pink sunsets…of brushes and fingers and fingers that brushed. Yet in the morning, there’s nothing to find but a wide empty canvass. 
1 buzzing nila:
Ganda ng pic, lalim ng thoughts.
WHy not paint your feelings to your canvass? It will somehow brush those pains away. hehe(wink)
Every person has its dark side, up to you kung hahayaan mong i-outshine yan ng lighter and brigther side. ;)
Cheers!
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