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...in a place where we only say goodbye.

the darkness?
it can be all-consuming.
it can weigh so heavy on your chest;
like lead on your ribcage.
you don't even try to sit up,
you just wonder if you'll ever regain air.
loss..
..it permeates every bit of life surrounding you,
and it's like you can't, no, you don't want to see that things around you are alive,
because you know it'll only remind you that they'll die soon.
and the world is too bleak to be seen that way.
..so you just stop looking.

someday,
maybe months or heavy years,
that blanket lifts,
unveiling bits of vibrance;
the reminder that there's whim and fancy.
but, until that day comes,
you really feel like
you're in a place where we only say goodbye.

12x18 paper
soft conte pastels
cray pas oil pastels (just for a few strokes)
watercolour for the text

Description
...in a place where we only say goodbye.

the darkness?
it can be all-consuming.
it can weigh so heavy on your chest;
like lead on your ribcage.
you don't even try to sit up,
you just wonder if you'll ever regain air.
loss..
..it permeates every bit of life surrounding you,
and it's like you can't, no, you don't want to see that things around you are alive,
because you know it'll only remind you that they'll die soon.
and the world is too bleak to be seen that way.
..so you just stop looking.

someday,
maybe months or heavy years,
that blanket lifts,
unveiling bits of vibrance;
the reminder that there's whim and fancy.
but, until that day comes,
you really feel like
you're in a place where we only say goodbye.

12x18 paper
soft conte pastels
cray pas oil pastels (just for a few strokes)
watercolour for the text