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Is this where you are now? I try to think of a perfect place, somewhere you’d be happy. A place you wouldn’t remember the horrors of what you saw on that last day.
As I paint this, I wish I could’ve known you. And I wish it wasn’t true. I tried to find you, but eventually I had to stop looking. Now I just paint places where I can lay you to rest and visit you sometimes when I need to get away from…all…this…
With each mark of these pastels I try to undo a world gone mad in the time since you died.