Oculus Videre
I’m tired. The things I wish I never saw come back as nightmares. I don’t have dreams anymore. I’m sad and I’m tired. I went swimming this morning. I think that I could fill a pool with tears. My chest has butterflies that I know aren’t the good kind of butterflies. My stomach has this hunger that I know isn’t for food. My eyes cry tears of color because I know this will pass. I know that sadness is contagious, so I smile.
Acrylic paint, sharpie on canvas. 5” x 7”.
I’m tired. The things I wish I never saw come back as nightmares. I don’t have dreams anymore. I’m sad and I’m tired. I went swimming this morning. I think that I could fill a pool with tears. My chest has butterflies that I know aren’t the good kind of butterflies. My stomach has this hunger that I know isn’t for food. My eyes cry tears of color because I know this will pass. I know that sadness is contagious, so I smile.
Acrylic paint, sharpie on canvas. 5” x 7”.
I’m tired. The things I wish I never saw come back as nightmares. I don’t have dreams anymore. I’m sad and I’m tired. I went swimming this morning. I think that I could fill a pool with tears. My chest has butterflies that I know aren’t the good kind of butterflies. My stomach has this hunger that I know isn’t for food. My eyes cry tears of color because I know this will pass. I know that sadness is contagious, so I smile.
Acrylic paint, sharpie on canvas. 5” x 7”.