fluidity seeps through
my pen walking on water
time is born
reflect my soul in a mirror
has it ever been so gray?
an artist's empty palette
a canvas choking on dust
heals with every ink drop
it comes to salvage me
as my own blood betrays
heating with anguish...
with memories
A river ending
a shallow creek begins
my brush turns against me
searches for reds
I now have my red water
my color
it pains me
I search to alleviate it
my pen
I will play devil's advocate
it wasn't me
it was never me
it was the paintbrush
About Me
- Reham
- I’m a wanderer with a focus on loving life and living love. This blog encompasses my move through several cities in this broad world and the thoughts that have evolved with each of those geographic locations. I write down my meaningless materialistic wishes and my epiphanies as they come; and I hope that years from now I will be able to read my blog in its entirety and feel humor towards my hardship and a sweet nostalgia towards my past’s laughter.
2 comments:
Hi! Just want to say what a nice site. Bye, see you soon.
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Your are Nice. And so is your site! Maybe you need some more pictures. Will return in the near future.
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