oil
What was it
That first moved the paintbrush to paper
That whisper that bleed through time
That feeling that took over.
Smearing all the paint across canvas.
We made this life
From all those happy accidents.
☮️ A quiet place to write about loud emotions 🧘
What was it
That first moved the paintbrush to paper
That whisper that bleed through time
That feeling that took over.
Smearing all the paint across canvas.
We made this life
From all those happy accidents.