Everything

Hours

These are the hours when intense sadness overpowers you. These are the hours that you crave through the careless dawn and the pestering darkness, and these are the hours you dread the most. These are the hours when words throng to your soul, yet these are the hours when emotions fail you, and , therefore, these are the hours drenched with nameless tears. These are the hours when you run your fingers through your tousled tresses, pretending there is someone to lean onto ; because these are the hours when you need company the most, yet loneliness is too alluring to evade. These are the hours that beckon you with the promise of a peek into your depth, yet these are the hours when everything you perceive is obscure to naked mind. These are the hours of contradiction. These are the hours of cognitive conflicts. These are the hours of numbness yet these are the hours that tend to be most productive. These are the hours, mine. These are My hours.

#painting: Exile of the Soul

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