This picture, to me, resembles waiting. A person yearning for the return of something sweet-something which they're drawn to unconditionally. As the day ends, a new one begins-and the waiting draws closer to its end with each day.
This picture, like my current state, seems to stand it sground and hold on to that which it is waiting for. Im waiting for something to pull me from secret world, my imagination. But nothing does. I wait, for that person who will awake me from my fantasies: but they ...
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