Like oil paint on a canvas, the hurt had dried upon my barren lands.
This line.
I feel like it is speaking of my turbulent inner world and how my pain lacerates my own skin. You pen quite well... Awesome piece :)
Like oil paint on a canvas, the hurt had dried upon my barren lands.
This line.
I feel like it is speaking of my turbulent inner world and how my pain lacerates my own skin. You pen quite well... Awesome piece :)
Thank youu!!!
It is one of my favourite lines from the poem. Despair and depression really gives birth to beautiful prose and philosophy.