Life is like a patch
of ice,
Starting all over
where you may rose like a rice,
our chances are
against the odds like a dice
life may splatter your
guts like a mice,
Someday you will
suffer to be wise,
Madness and hatred as
a poltergeist,
Reality is hidden
beyond lies.
This art is classified as Realism, in the arts,
the accurate, detailed, unembellished depiction of nature or of contemporary
life. Realism rejects
imaginative idealization in favor of a close observation of outward
appearances.
This art represents
the fact that, we know that someday that no one will be there by my side nor
have our backs, we may as well be the ones to finish the lives whom that were
given to us like a blessing in disguise, what makes us who we are, is the way
we fix, solve and deal with everything we experienced, challenges are just
distraction towards the greater end, life is a thread, because we know that
someday we’ll suffer the same fate upon our death bed.
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