why do we act like nothing will ever draw our attention?
you know i could’ve known this all along.
these pale colour streaks dragged me on repeat with all those blinding tones wrecked me into pieces.
yet i still remain here in forlorn.
the image we designed halfway.
the illustration marked a certain place.
it impatiently just tries to react like nothing will ever draw our affliction.
you said “i should’ve known this all along”.
it pulls ourselves beneath the theme to trace and retrieve every picture i have thrown.
you’ve got me thinking that i would better to dwell and mourn.
if you fill the frame with your splattered paint, you’ll step aside with the weight of it all as it bursts right out from your core.
the hue displayed a wide range of shade.
the saturation caused a glooming wave.
the contrast raised above the average.
the gradation aligned with my vacant space.
it all impatiently just tries to fill the frame with our splattered paint.
we’ll step aside with the weight of it all as it bursts right out from our core.
if i fill the frame with my splattered paint, i’ll step aside with the weight of it all as it bursts right out from my core.
why do we act like nothing will ever draw our attention?
you know i could’ve known this all along.
