Artwork Description:
The lyric...
In life there are so few things that can withstand time... Things that may leave more then taken. We stumble through our days gulping Starbucks, trying with certain uncertanty to look a part, playing the perfect working citizen under a mad dictatorship society deemed nessescary. Is it worth it? Will it be remembered? Will you?
I catch my breadth as I hold you if not for just one more second. One more tick in time before the madness sets in. I can smell it coming. Sooty and hot it rushes forward, pressing down. I feel your release, the softness in your goodbye. If only time had a chance to stand still, to rest, to capture a handful of breeze that I call you.
- A painted personality