Evolution of a broken heart... in art form.
I started with an emptiness that I held in my arms... and a slight imprisonment started to fall over me
then the threads of silver and gold wrapped themselves furiously around me, really pinning me down, not letting me escape easily
for a moment there, I believed that I was raking a garden that was going to be filled with joyful, hopeful thoughts, where light would start to grow...
I carefully tended it... waiting to see what would come and illuminate the emptiness in my arms
but... then.. something terrible and sad occured that crushed dark, mottled color into each crevice...
I almost found a way to the light... but stayed rooted in the dimness of my sorrow. And here I stay.