To look back at you, and smile is all i can do.
To be honest, dear artwork, their is not even a single part of me yearning to live you once again!
Life seems to me as a canvas and we are the ones who paint, according to our own will.
In the end everyone’s canvas is different, but a piece of fine artwork.
Which can be extensively studied, understood according to one’s own perceptions.
This canvas can be a painting of 2 people drawn in such a way that they look like 2 pieces of a puzzle, thereby completing each other.
Or a face which looks cracked, like a glass sheet, contemplating the scars which the society gave and the struggles the face went through.
Or an all black canvas, making a single figure visible through white paint, depicting that in the end its just your own self is what matters.
About past life, things were never in our favor.
Certainly, it turns out to be things that pinches us.
But if you actually see through the lens of an artist, it is more likely a work of art, chaotic but art, thereby is a mixture of beauty, scars, reality, efforts, struggles.
Paint your canvas in such a way that in the end it turns out to be a masterpiece, people take inspiration from.