IN YOUR QUITE MOMENTS
It could be my paranoia,
perhaps my curiosity,
Its intensity, leaving me with 1 of the 9 lives, yet i still yearn
Do i use the soft or hard brushes, in stroking the canvas of
scenarios that would make a picture of what you picture?
Is it with colour? a classic? Or that which is left hidden ?
I wish i could comprehend a fraction of what transpires,
for it feels like eternity, from one second to the next.
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