
Even if my hands are scraped, full of paints, a reflection of my loneliness; would you mind holding them?
Posted in response to the challenge Values: Kindness - Visual Art.
Even if my hands are scraped, full of paints, a reflection of my loneliness; would you mind holding them?
Posted in response to the challenge Values: Kindness - Visual Art.
I see the way you care for everyone else,
More than yourself.
Picking up every broken piece of glass
Because you know that if you don’t
Who will?
I see the way you love,
Not just through words
I hold the photos
of memories of the forgotten.
I sit, on an old shelf
For people to admire
I sit all day and night.
No other purpose in the world.
The people smile. But not at me.
The whole world’s quiet sound
echoing on the still ground—
an understanding.
-Haiku
Comments
Beautiful, longing concept and such a great transfer of this thought into an image!
thank you so much! <3
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