a colossal kind of small.
Like paint dripping down a wall...
Like paint dripping down a wall...
Color it colorless. Transparent hues upon this Picasso. Life is my painting. An orchestration of life experiences. My paint is clear, unaware of what the future holds. The mirror I find my muse. Spilling art from my personality. . .
3 comments:
yep.
yep.
this is sorta
kinda
right on time.
*daps, hugs* I figured out it was you!
who else would it be?
i rock for/with you
period.
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