BLUES AND GREYS
Paint me deep in an inside where feelings float doing their bidding so mindlessly that I have become an intrinsic artwork. Colour my heart. I am tired of the spectrum it possesses. The hues film for free. Inviting species as if it is a theater for opera. I have become achromatic bearing them freely. Masking myself that now my lungs breathe it. Mon peau est chagrine.