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WANDER THE GALLERY Still Yours
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Still Yours

$800.00

Sometimes the air around me takes your form but as I breathe you in, my heart suffocates in the pieces you left behind. 
Your ghost fills the empty spaces and I find myself reaching for you in places I once found familiar. 

Idle hands longing for your touch that once held me so gently only to find my heart heavily bound in the captivity of your memory. 

I crave you. The way my lips found solace on your skin. The way your body built up the walls of a home and the way your eyes surrendered to mine in it’s most gentle form. 

I am boundless to this cycle of illusion that one day this mirage of you will lift into a serene reality. 

It’s easier to trace the remnants of what’s left of you rather than wait for your eyes to meet mine once more. 

I’m bound to you forever, 

Still yours. 

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Sometimes the air around me takes your form but as I breathe you in, my heart suffocates in the pieces you left behind. 
Your ghost fills the empty spaces and I find myself reaching for you in places I once found familiar. 

Idle hands longing for your touch that once held me so gently only to find my heart heavily bound in the captivity of your memory. 

I crave you. The way my lips found solace on your skin. The way your body built up the walls of a home and the way your eyes surrendered to mine in it’s most gentle form. 

I am boundless to this cycle of illusion that one day this mirage of you will lift into a serene reality. 

It’s easier to trace the remnants of what’s left of you rather than wait for your eyes to meet mine once more. 

I’m bound to you forever, 

Still yours. 

Sometimes the air around me takes your form but as I breathe you in, my heart suffocates in the pieces you left behind. 
Your ghost fills the empty spaces and I find myself reaching for you in places I once found familiar. 

Idle hands longing for your touch that once held me so gently only to find my heart heavily bound in the captivity of your memory. 

I crave you. The way my lips found solace on your skin. The way your body built up the walls of a home and the way your eyes surrendered to mine in it’s most gentle form. 

I am boundless to this cycle of illusion that one day this mirage of you will lift into a serene reality. 

It’s easier to trace the remnants of what’s left of you rather than wait for your eyes to meet mine once more. 

I’m bound to you forever, 

Still yours. 

Painted on a 20” x 30” gallery canvas with inks and acrylics.

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