face to skin
and skin to sheets
making love to each other
like they were meant to be
and every breath that she takes
in between
she whispers i love you
and he whispers back the same
but the windows are closed
and it's safe here inside of this hole
his heart isn't ready but it's
what she's living for
he must have an angel that's waiting outside of her door
to carry him home.
(canvas text)
Blog about the piece:
Today's is the second of the three-part series that once again follows the lyrical story of the woman that pushed through heartache. Reliving this kind of experience via words and acrylics reminds me of how real disappointment and rejection can be -- to be in the center of the heartache and feel as if the whole world were crashing in. I once read something that really took to me, one of those 'AHA' statements that makes you shake your head in agreement and ponder over, two hours afterward. It went a little something like this, "I think the lonely world that I live in was perhaps self imposed at the beginning but has now become the invisible prison that I can never escape. When all we yearn for is a single soul to understand our own, the greatest pain is realizing it will never be. There is no one around me that I can feel that connected to, or share my heart with and in the absence of that emotional warmth, I only have the cold expanse of the Internet to document my human condition." And maybe that's what CANVAS VOICE is really about -- it's our own documentation of the human condition in a way to understand the world around us.
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