there is a song written of forgotten notes
sung by silence, when the trees are still
unmistakably haunting as it slips away
as time drives you on past the moment
to live life as if we never knew the secret
yet holding a hope strange with simplicity
breathing in breezes, a rustling of the trees
Reflection
12:33am thursday, 30th october
Reminds me of when I was surfing in Hawaii, and the power of the ocean. It's no joke. Just finished this painting...
Reflection
