She was made up of multi-colored falling stars, of dark nights and cold air. She danced to the silence of the dim night like every step was in sync to the sound of her heartbeat. She believed in darkness and the beauty of the solitary monotone. That life is a bursting color of yellow but it will have days that it will be dull gray. She accepted both sides and sometimes the dark consumes her to isolation. But like a butterfly, once she will emerge, she will be stronger and her steps will be lighter no matter what light or lack of it is ahead of her.
He was made of sad perfection, with a stoic gaze filled with hidden longing. His hands were cold yet they make the most beautiful pieces he never knew, because he did not believe in himself. Or maybe he did. But just not enough. He was the glistening streetlights, the wonderful adventures only he can go to, the silent bravery, the lonesome achiever. And in time, when he finally realizes that his being on top can be used as a pedestal to pull others up, by then, he will smile and warmth will rush back to his veins. -xx089
This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks. Each art print is listed by sheet size and features a minimum one-inch border.