“Your hair is a bit shorter now.” You tell me this while your hand begins to reach towards the ends which fall somewhere between my shoulders and chin.  I think I can almost hear a tinge of sadness in your voice, but it’s hard to say; you always were rather brilliant at masking your thoughts…

Painted Veins

In this world I have known people to either be artists or to be art. You, my dear, seem to be the wonder of both.