She is an artist. Born to be a creative human being. Survived into this abstract remedy. Sung the stressful melody. She is the truth within lies. A love that never dies. She loved,she was loved,she is in loved. A face that would never vanish. A beauty that will forever linger. Trapped into her nostalgic ideas. She is sentimental. She is emotional. I thought of her as the wing victory. I thought of her as the venus of willendorf. I thought of her as a sculpture. But everything seems too be different. She is not her, whom i thought she was. The abstract remedy reveals the truth. The truth within her. She isn't an artist. She doesn't have a creative human soul. She was not being sculpted. She is an abstract remedy.
The truth reveals about the lies of my own portrait.
It was me. She whom i thought was me. She who i thought is an artist was me. She who i thought is a sentimental was me. i am a sculpture by God. Born to be a creative human being. I survived into this abstract remedy.
steph