When men father childrenthen decide they’ve had enoughand leave to find their fortuneswhile their children are scared and scruff. Who will stay to find solutionsto the mounting sense of dreadof young children who are baffledand are crying and are sad? What kind...
Sometimes I want to say something but nothing comes to my head— sometimes I want to say something but I feel so empty and dead. Sometimes I want to write something but the words jumble instead— everything sounds trite and so boring like the random thoughts in my head....
Painting No. 25
$7,000.00
