Today I painted a picture,
Blood red,
A lone figure,
Standing on the edge,
Crumbling rocks beneath her feet,
This crimson image,
Holds such resemblance of me,
As the brush strikes at the page,
Her lips are chapped with age,
Eyes of stone,
It’s in this picture,
I belong
Hey Jade- lovely. Embrace the red, the isolation, despairity. it will make the other shades of red all the more brilliant & wondrous when they come. Thank you for sharing. Sincerely, Randy ('vomiting veins- vein drunk rocks'- ha!) Resh.
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Jade, you paint a picture of desperation. I sincerely hope this is not you. If is, I hope someone outstretched a loving hand to bring you back from the brink. A sad but beautiful picture painted here. David