layer me with colors

scratched pigment aligned in a glowing outer shade with a vivid vertical stroke figures breathe, inviting green washed intoxicify revengeful reddish mirrors of nature while beaded, blued heaven struggling the yellow blinding light the curves went cold inside the filter’s, unmoved waiting for unmasking grief of pastel oblivion i lay, doubtfully, nearly dead. the brushes left a mark of ransacked stages of my pallete will you come again? and layer me with colors? Copyright 2008 Micgui