Where can this lead me? The turn to create, to elevate and feed my brain with consuming blood. It's only when i feel agonized that i covet more. Should there be a preserve i can run to? A refuge i can save my pretense? Will i just wither in drought of blood or should i satisfy the appetite to empty the veins of those i can cling to? Where do i go from here? Tell me.
- Textured brush and the play of reflecting colors drove me to finish this in an hour and a half time. So inspired to paint but cant just find enough time, afraid of losing all my chances to 'improve' more or else i felt like i might die. Thank you my 'Friend' for thi
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