I still believe in you. I really wish to whisper that in your ears.You lay curled up in deep despair after a failed attempt to destroy me and yourself.
I am your best work . I fill this canvas with your whole being subsumed in these shy and bold strokes . Pity that the world hasn’t still developed the eyes to see it. But it is just a matter of time. Perhaps you are ahead of time.
I am here waiting till you can see yourself again with your own eyes and not throgh reactions of men far behind in time .