Oil on board
A snapshot of falling through the net, there but bot there at all. Dragged along to somewhere you don't wish to go. Obscurity of the past and hurled into an uncertain future on a rainy February morning. Then you ask yourself 'how did I get here?' One day the answer gently falls into view 'all this time you've been guided by the blue-violet light' and you never even knew it.
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