This story is surely messy. It’s chaotic and unfinished.
You’ve touched her, without even touching her and At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. It was there that she believed that Souls don’t meet by accident.
A dreamer, to bear the absurdity of separation that sneaks out of her eyes and rolls down her cheeks, That’s what she was!
Eyes tell, what words can’t.
Oil painting on Canvas 50*70cm | December 2018
