

Unbearable Pain.I hear them arguing, whilst I sit in my chair. Don't want to go in that room, for fear of that bear. I call it a bear, I don't know it's real name. It's the atmosphere inside, and it's acting real tame. The tension is tight, the feeling just right. For a flip of the switch and that very bright light. No room for mis-judgement, no reason to stare. My parents keep shouting, a pain I can not bare.Unbearable Pain.


Experimental Enthusiast.Photoshop is open, what can I do? Anything I want, it's imagination, it's true.Experimental Enthusiast.
Feeling of trust between me and this app, I believe it's a male, a funny old chap.
It's got lots of features, a colour or two, With noblets and dials I don't know what to do.
A tweak over here, a tweak over there, an image of beauty I've made. Without loss of hair.
The moral of this story, is never to fear. Art is just art. No matter who wants to hear.
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Share your kindness, not your hate.
Love the art, before yourself.
Ein Kommentar, um Kommentare zu bekommen. Teile deine Freundlichkeit, nicht deinen Hass. Liebe die Kunst, bevor du dich selbst liebst.
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