Watercolor by Me
warm spicy latte
spiritual contentment
cozy autumn vibes
About the Creator
Harbinger of Despair
Who was he but just a man? To feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, he was no Atlas. Yet his bowed stance and tender neck suggested otherwise. It came to him in a dream: the absent stoking of an everlasting flame. A gnarled finger pointed towards an inevitable end, a sign that couldn't be ignorantly shaded; recurrence made sure of it. He didn't remember how long it had been going on; time didn't matter at this point. He just knew it was long enough to be petrified to fall asleep.
By James U. Rizzia day ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
Love it❤️❤️☕🧡🧡
Fantastic! Love the painting too!!
love this piece
Love the painting and the wonderful mood of your haiku!
Now I want a cup of tea. Love the picture. Great work. (I wonder if you had a chance to catch up on some of my artwork.)
Short and sweet and lovely 😁