Jessica
Ever since we stumbled upon Leon yesterday, the ride we had on the way home was silent—almost as if he is mourning along with me because he knew how impactful seeing someone as wretched as him inside a place that shelters my passion for art.
Now that we are back in our usual routine, Alex left for work, while here I am, stuck in my own world while facing my half-finished work with mixed emotions. Because of how confused and uncomfortable I am, the work ended up far from what I imagined.
Its sky is painted in apple red and shades of white and pink, the clouds are chaotically looking like specks of dust being swayed by the wind; the road is painted with messy shades of brown because I can’t decide whether to make it light or not and most of all, I didn’t know how a butterfly with
