How
will I
I
am so cold
My heart is frozen
I miss you so very much
I love you.
There
is more I still have to paint
More I have to write.
I am not done yet.
I
am scared
I just finished "Lunas"
A work of wonder
I am delighted with it.
I
saved the photo
From two years ago
Thinking I would never be
Quite good enough
To do it justice.
I
began this morning
How could I do it?
I would never get the colors right.
Now
it's done
It's perfect
But still
I know it's not real
Have
I only imagined it?
Am I dreaming?
How will I survive?