Everyone cried out, tears in eyes. Sometimes it wasn’t who, but the life of the person. Dripping down on the Sandy shores somewhere and yet nowhere. A blurry hazy of ocean waved back at them. He had loved that man. He really had no matter how hard it had been.
I can only hurt if I feel love and happiness. I can only cry if I have a stern face. I can only be awed if there is a normal. I can only laugh if not everything is funny.
Paintings can be beautiful. Paintings can be ugly. Paintings can be good. Paintings can be bad. Perception is a virtue of the soul. This brings up the real world. Not everything is perfect, but we learn.
