Speak To Me - Horse Head Painting black ink in a kind of decomposition

in a kind of decomposition of the motion

Not in what I bring

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but to hold onto their grounding — a light

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Speak To Me - Horse Head Painting black ink in a kind of decompositionSometimes I feel like you carry up a sadness of bad days or maybe just a melancholy. Are you carrying the world on your shoulders? Or maybe youre so empathetic that you absorb the others emotions? Youre not alone. Im so convinced that were all connected, together. An invisible thread that links all of us. I know that you feel I cant understand you with your subtle words. But Im infinitely sensible and feel all your being with his nuances without