8 August 2012
Does freedom wait there for me?
Does it lie in boldness, the brilliance in strokes of elegant monochrome?
It feels no closer and it deceives between flickers on the thinly spread canvas.
It's history is shrouded with deceptive emotions that seep through the subtle pallets of unguarded undertones.
Encapsulating me into this globe it is the everlasting colour that overlooks the constant change of life.
It is expressive perhaps more so than others, tainted to be regarded as severity in motion.
In my eyes it is the stillness that paints the ocean, the heights above that stretch beyond my longing touch.
The blueness of my imagination.
Klein • Opuss № I