Covered in paint
traces
I woke up inside Paris
my silhouette made a stencil
In fresh snow
puffed up
with large droplets of
rain
He just needed to hold me
I woke up late
after night of drinking light acrylic
watered with white wine
with lips
painted oil gold tripping
I did
I reached the heights
inside the city lit night
infinity deconstructed
in action
I went deeper
in rage
of blue and red
the childish self
experiencing
stained
by all the beliefs for nothing
in coloured memoir
Heavenly hellish
in cold bloody pattern
in violent strokes
in slaps
obsessive
With large droplets of black dissolving the skin
I made myself hungry
Pushing
through
to never satisfy
When he holds me
I want nothing more than to posses
the only eternity I didn't enslave in my paintings