Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Old Writings 5


This painters canvas is flawed.

No painter will use it for anything of beauty. Just to be. No beautiful colors to radiate life. Just a blank flawed canvas. Used to try new colors or cleans one’s brush. It will never see great landscapes or a woman’s perfect curves. Just to be.

                Forgotten.

                                Thrown away.                  
                                                Twist just a little more and the pain will be no more.

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