watercolour and ink on paper

Sickened by Revelations

A naked male figure with a pattern, or... It is those moments when I am let down either by someone or the hope I had in someone.  The weight of that deflated hope whether it was founded or not, it matters not, feels physical yet I know it is not.  It feels like a physical weight that holds me in this chair even should I struggle to get up, it feels like a physical weight to which I am surrendering.  It is not.  I know that I will be carrying on, I will come to another point of hope, another point of interest, another reason to get up from this chair I am seated in.  But for today, for now I just bow to the weight.

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