Artwork Description:
The lyric...
No one really knows me... And it is my belief that no one really cares to know me, that is, the inner me. But then again its not all about me because there still is you, you that dont know me, inner me that is.
Introductions run a bit deeper than a mere handshake, or a casual wave. I am the light behind the pale ocean eyes, I am the thoughts in the wind, I am the clock that makes her tick.
You are sly, as you glance my way... I can see you trying so boldly to understand, to see me, to know me. I easily ferret away. But come just a stitch closer, look a touch further, can you see the colors? Can you smell my soul? Can you know me? Admittedly, I am wrapped in a curiously beautiful wrapper of luxuriously soft and supple flesh bordered with rich crimson colors, but I am more than the outer beauty you lust for, for I am also the inner reauty. The inner
beauty that you still dont know.
- A painted personality