Reklam
Bekleme yapma, devam et!
That's love. You paint people in their best light, and then the light fades. Sometimes, you find that light again, and sometimes you don't.
WHAT KILLS A PAINTING?
The second brushstroke
The first one was honest
The second one was afraid
Afraid of what?
Of what the first one said about me
I spent years correcting myself
I was erasing my own signature
So I stopped correcting?
I stopped apologizing
Perfection is plagiarism…
Of someone I never wanted to be
I don’t want to paint well
I want to paint true
Don’t practice what you don’t want to become
I'll take you there one day.
Don't forget the blue paint.
Love through a prism...
Reklam
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