Another all-nighter got two themes penned tonight.
It’s one of those days, I’m sorry to say
When everything is hard…
From frying up my bacon and eggs,
To the ice out in my yard.
I don’t know why these days occur.
I’ll probably never know.
But this headach…
I look upon you, empty,
as you face the window sill
Have you taken a walk somewhere and felt something strange?
Being pushed to the limits of your minds can have disasterous consequences
It now comes into question, your own reality, and your circumstances surrounding your arrival here. Time has now become an interpretation of reality, no longer measurable.
Do Paintings hold secrets of days gone by and are they captured forever on canvas?
Do things happen to progress in the world or is it just greed that motivates us all?
Have you done things in life you regret and wish you could go back and change it? Or is it too late?