Personalized canvas print record Fleeting thoughts
Fall in love with a cold, fall in love with a quiet, for a long time not to pick up a brush pen, writing and drawing today after dinner suddenly to the spirits, ink, paper and ink stone ready to complete, and don’t know what to write, holding the brush succeeded stay on paper, is that in spite of the canvas wall grade hair stay, finally pen ink by could not wait for, he couldn’t wait to drip on the Xian paper, bit by bit into a halo, halo gradually dyed a single big ink cloud – – –
Was thrown simply be tortured in a paper and put the pen back. Got up and walked to the balcony, windows and glass misty photo canvases online a layer, blurring the things out of the window. Across the glass to see, vaguely see the moon, solitary hanging on the west side of the sky, around the stars or the ambiguous seems to be not near also dare not go far.
Chill thick canvas print quality night, open the balcony window, the cold wind moment unsparing invasion, cold face, his eyes were wind thorn to get sole was painful, abruptly do not turn off the window, downstairs to the street lamp is broken, the next street after another car flashing. Misty turn photos into canvas night, misty eyes, hazy mood. Opposite upstairs there are several light warm bright, from the world of their own in the past, everything else seemed to be than you to happiness! Is not the warm light, warm and enjoyable scenes?
Green canvas prints recently too many things, busy may be a little upset, the trivial life would let I be nagging, but only in the work, the people around you carefully and talking. You don’t want much more cheerful when you put words hidden behind forced smile. Seems to have gradually become indifferent, do not bother to change a person back and forth, cold city canvas prints world cold myself. The weather is cold, even every day wearing a thick coat, but always feel not warm enough, the old disease many years ago a serious illness left, not to the winter will be cold, and is now the severe winter. The love in the sunny kitchen canvas prints at noon, lying on the balcony of the rocking chair, a tea, a harp, quietly looking out the window of the things, as time slowly flow Drip.
A lot of mind and there is no one to say, without saying, it seems that they do not want to, now prefer to write, with a literal mind. Restless heart, facing the text, such myriad twists and turns of the strokes, gradually let the heart became calm and, though at that time didn’t mind exhibit without involuntary discharge of urine, but the long winded giant canvas prints language, poured out of the hearts of trouble. Don’t like to see himself wrote anything, perhaps subconscious thought, write out, is to get rid of, until one day left to forget.
