🎨 Hello, dear artists!
She always sits alone, eyes distant like she’s watching a world I’ll never see. She rarely smiles, but when she does… it feels like spring. People think she’s cold, but I know better. She’s been hurt—too much, too young. That’s why she doesn’t trust. Why she builds walls. But behind them, I see someone honest. Brave. Beautiful. I want to talk to her, to tell her she’s not alone anymore. But I’m just me. And she’s… everything. So I stay silent, watching from afar, hoping that one day, she’ll look up—and see that someone has always been waiting for her.
Turn off your phone and reserve this time just for you. Colors, brushes… and action!.🖼️​🖌️
