dissertation done.
Can we go be artists somewhere
drink wine before noon and sit on fairylit balconies
paint encrusted between our fingertips;
can we go be lovers somewhere?
I’m so sick of everything here.
dissertation done.
“Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.”
- Oscar Wilde
Can we go be artists somewhere
drink wine before noon and sit on fairylit balconies
paint encrusted between our fingertips;
can we go be lovers somewhere?
I’m so sick of everything here.