It’s as if each atrium of my heart has been lassoed
And hooked
To the corners of this room
A room described as endless and beautiful and indecisive
But a room that will tug until you’re feeling
Too much of the wrong things
In each and every compartment of red and blue
Maybe we’ll never prove
That blue running through my veins
- It hides too deep under my skin
From outside we view the distant Atrium through the ancient archway
We soon will step into the glow of the courtyard
Acrylic on canvas board
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