Picked out colors to represent what I feel.
Colors to symbolize our connection was real.
I went with white, black, blue, purple... Indigo.
I ask myself if I should create what I already know.
Tools and techniques to express emotions for people to understand visually...
I would share the heartache if I knew how to explain verbally...
In this moment of art... I reflect what I did wrong, and what needs repair...
Looking at my work... I start to wonder if the viewer will understand or care.
Looking at everything that’s happened, and everything I’ve made.
Water drips, drops, and falls from my eyes as the colors start to blend together and fade.
In this moment of expressing myself as art...
How many people will understand the reason I tore it apart?
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Cat Sirrah
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If you have ever heard a tale about yourself that you cannot remember and doubtless think is made up, you will know how I felt when Tharkin related all that the eagle had seen of me before my memories were scattered. Of far distances and traveling companions that I did not recall, camping out under the stars and making our way to the mountains with deliberate purpose. The great bird had lost contact with my party once we entered the forests, and the seven other members were not seen again by him or his brethren since.
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