by Tomorrow's Man
September 02, 2002
Image in bright yellow. It is your hair or your wish. Feeling indigo. This is your every day or your quivering keystone. Thoughts turn darker, but never reach black. You are holding hope or you are denying inevitable, painful truth. Touch turns red. You are inflamed or you are burning cold. Green eyes. You are goddess or you are jealousy, you are anguish, you are fury.
Everything is white. Everything is streaks, thick swaths of what you are going through.
As this kind of artist, we are all amateurs.