Dimensions.

Art cannot stop the beating of the heart, or the tear in the eye.

Can it mask the words mumbled in between "Hello" and "Goodbye"? 

If only the watercolor could melt over my being, I could stay hidden forever.

 Forever it shall be, if one can only lie, if words seem to fail them, and art can merely die.

 If this painting could mirror, what would it show?

 If this life could slow down, how could it ever begin to go?

 If rain could express, would it paint the skies gold?

 If art were a feeling, could it mask the lively, hurting soul?

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Wow! This is so powerful and I beleive so many people could relate. Great read.