Train Of Thought: Art.
The beautiful thing about art is that it mirrors the soul. A reflection of one's true identity. A voice for those unspoken words that one wishes so dearly to convey. A double-edged sword that brings triumph in several 'artistic' victories and sometimes piercing one's heart and killing it softly. A constant battle where sacrifices need to be made in order for progress to come through. A journey not for the ill-willed, but rather for a warrior. Art.
Thoughts of you; Trace of me.
Beyond the facade of smiles,
lies a feeling of melancholy that tears your soul apart.
A Monochrome Image
Memories come and go. As much as I yearn to keep, Unfortunately time just wont let me do so. Perhaps it was not meant to be, As it was never yours to keep. A monochrome image is all I see.
