She left her broken heart on the page
layers upon layers spilled out into
I've been thinking lately about how fleeting life is. Why do we spend so much time building all of these walls around ourselves? What would happen if we dug deep, really deep and put it all out there? Would it really be so bad? If for a change we were honest and instead of saying "I'm fine" when asked we told the truth and said "I'm a bit broken right now". We all have bumps and bruises, why not share them? It's a radical idea, right? Thanks for listening.
Raw, Open, Freedom~ Art Journal Page on paper with many, many layers.