Within the evolution of mirrored images

Death is forever, or until our visional paths bring us back together as separate angels in search of Gods message of hope, love, understanding, and the ability to protect no matter what the price. It’s not odd to see the careless balancing of an artist’s thoughts—a simple line makes or breaks my solitude of color. What become shades are the moments of trial and error. Darkness is that of victory. By its end, a picture is painted, and then left behind in hopes of one day returning. Look at my fingertips! They’ve been stained by a rainbow! Don’t look into my eyes! For what you’ll see is an actor without his makeup. My stage is a breath away, no song plays twice… unless requested by the essence of self.