Portrayed Thoughts

Amber sights, silent strokes from a still clock…

…frozen words, maybe never said, fearful at times to be misunderstood…

Absurd

Silences

A bittersweet heartbeat

Can be heard,

It's mine.

Night of absence, poisonous absinthe…

Night of flickering and resonant presence

sophisticated stars inhabiting the firmament

I am the painting who holds this piece of world

I am drops of colour

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invisible words

My heart a palette, searching its own nuances, trying to belong...

Despite my fate, I longingly wait

For those shadows hiding over the horizon.

I wait for all the shades, the chiaroscuros, for the mistaken strokes.

Patterns on canvas, my portrayed thoughts.