The Artisti become the wind indigo threads of night pulse and steal themselves hiding strings of silver superimposed mold broken through i become the wind or His paintbrush to paint one thousand faces smiling yet all tiny grains of sand overwhelmingly so next to One that matters mostThe Artist
this is our destiny
The Strongest Person I KnowYou move like twilight Coming in with half as bright One wing torn yet you still fight Butterfly dancerThe Strongest Person I Know
Blue Rosesshe's walking through shadowsBlue Roses
under clouds that hide the rain searching for somebody to make her feel again
she's squinting even harder sky's blurring even more it's impossible to see what was only there before
travelling to outlines, alone the river shore she stops looking to find,
runs away to get closer must first find herself hidden under blue roses
Take The WheelLost in a world, of uncertainty and doubt, stuck at a fork, in the road of my life.Take The Wheel
Wind rushing through my hair, thoughts flying through my mind, what to do, where to go.
I've never felt, so distant and alone, unable to outgrow, my inner fears, my insecurities.
Searching for meaning, a purpose in my life, sick of being insignificant, wanting to feel important.
Much is lacking, in my excuse for a life, i have no motive, no drive or will.
For once in my life, all i want, al
Winston Boat
More Moving Stuff
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ART Is Resistance...
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xoxo
Tattoos by Brynn
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Please don't steal my designs. I've killed for less.
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The only 'normal' people are the ones you don't know very well...We're all crazy on the inside!
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The only 'normal' people are the ones you don't know very well...We're all crazy on the inside!
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