brushstrokes all over the canvas. in the wayward blue. and the chaos of black. and with the peace of white. paintings all over the place, too much over my head. but never allowing any being to see it. not afraid to show the canvas. afraid to show myself.
and now? that's what i got for you.
i got a paintwork only for you.
YOU ARE READING
what i got for you.
Short Storyyou. you make me blindfolded and clear-eyed at the same time.
