An idyllic day, and even a new song with a tango rhythm (x..xx.x.) about an unsuccessful novelist who thought he/she was ugly due to an unfortunate childhood accident that resulted in irregular grey skin patches (okay, I made up most of that but the story still fits the song lyrics). I plan on finishing the rather disappointing Depression... painting tomorrow.
My Tears Were Blind
When you're feeling low,
looking at yourself,
you can only see
what you will not be.
Sadness has a way
of reflecting loss.
Tiny flaws are great.
Beauty turned to hate.
My tears were blind
but not my love
and now the mirror shows a face I did not see.
My tears were blind
but not my love,
it was inside and it took you to set me free.
Squeezing out a heart
nobody could see.
Passion for each word
lonely but still heard.
Yet my passion's red
looked a grey to me,
and to my surprise
love opened my eyes.
My tears were blind
but not my love
and now the mirror shows a face I did not see.
My tears were blind
but not my love,
it was inside and it took you to set me free.
