So restless,
you’re jealous of the wind?
So lonely,
only the walls talk?
So isolated,
the darkness doesn’t end?
So hopeless,
the was no end in sight?
So heart broken,
that the colors of art fade in to the meaningless?
Neither have I,
I’ve always come through
and so can you.
Interesting
To paint it bleak and then defy the bleakness - right on writing - slc