There's someone who paints the sky, with their eyes, each day, every way. They're alone now, today, every day, some ways. They had a wife/husband and friends/children but now they're all gone (you lived too long, just one more song).
The red paint arrives in the morning or early evening (suppliers work strange hours).
They always have a surplus of blue, white and grey (massive store room).
So they sit, each day, and try to remember the colours that once made it move.
The red paint arrives in the morning or early evening (suppliers work strange hours).
They always have a surplus of blue, white and grey (massive store room).
So they sit, each day, and try to remember the colours that once made it move.
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Where are your pictures from?
lovely. <3
The 'we' I thought that will outlast all is fading too... but before I go completely blind I just wanna tell you that I love you.
Stunning,
Painting the world is a lonely job.
Beautiful.
I love this post. Makes you feel like there's a story behind every boring day you woke up
powerful way of catching the moving beauty and intricacy of earth...
the best art is born out of heartache.
Love is lonely without you!
...This post is amazing! ALL OF THEM! <3
Why are the photos in square format?
Why are the photos in square format? Which camera? :)
beautiful. thank you
wonderfull
*gasp*
deep breaths
I'm pretty sure my heart just broke reading this. And I can't get over the final line because sometimes, I paint the sky with my eyes, and remembering those colours seem impossible.
Thank you
<3
i want to paint it with you.
Only you
I wanna blend my colors with yours.. I wanna blend my orange, red, with your blue, white..
And thats the way i know, that my world is not end yet
All the color is gone... ran out of the sky through the memory hole...
Glad you wrote this. Even more glad that I read it today.
The pictures are by me (Jon).
The majority of the pictures are shot on film with a Hasselblad 503cw, and various lenses.
The older pictures (like this one) are shot using a Canon EOS 10D.
this is beautiful
Your eyes paint the color of the sky each day, and when I look up I see you. The red paint arrives early in the morning or late in the evening so the suppliers can paint a line in the middle of the road. The one that keeps me away from you. I see it every time I look down. Me.
We are two totally different persons, yet we fell in love in shadows. Remember no matter how and what feelings I express, I am afraid that I may never be courageous enough to break the ice. Please do NOT expect cuz I don't think I can afford to disappoint you over and over again. I need peace on my mind.
Beautiful, sent chills down my spine.
The sky is a work of art, which we live under.
Does anyone else not understand what this means? Care to enlighten me..
That's really beautiful!
Post #1000. Congratulations :)
I love this.
The only color I see is blue. Paint me.
Giggle at every nasty verb they ask me at the word verification.
Say hello, say goodbye.
Paint my sky into twilight.
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