Voltar

The paint is drying, and time is dying. The pain is crying, lying on my back, trying to get back the time, to brushstrokes too fast, wet went dry and love went dull; now I live in a portrait I never painted.

Anthony Liccione
sleep dying pain time regret remorse wish hard done quick broken-love painting nightmare wet dry wake-up portrait too-late saddness finished recapture stale dull another-story brushstrokes disappointment-over-something rewind-the-hands-of-time speedy too-fast