Peeping out of this window, my world seems to be little and framed. my hands are sweaty and this dusky air which is brushing over my face burns a little. increasing the volume of the music just to avoid the turbulence of chaos, i start bringing the things in my mind to one corner. trying to fix and reframe. how everything escalated real quick and couldn't realize. there was a pain in my gut to gulp down the fact, that things weren't falling in their right places.
|| layers of soul || .
she was hunting for the real mask which had epitomize sadness inside her. how these layers of her soul were left undefined.
the canvas, how every stroke of brush had made a layer of colour of her soul so unique;
the facade of layers was beautiful.
she was art from within,
being washed out
into layers of soul