PAINTING WORDS

I visited Emzi's blog earlier today and this is what she wrote in her latest entry:

If I were to paint my day, this is how it would look like.

A woman standing underneath a lone tree
Her eyes absently wandering against the sad tone of the sunset
A cold wind blows through her bare feet
But she doesn't care to notice the cold that crawls under her fragile skin

She holds on to the trunk as her tears fall down her rosy cheeks
Her sulken eyes, sad and longing
Its getting darker and the sun's rays are starting to fade
And yet she stand still
Her soul sad and longing....

Hey there Emz, seems our days are alike lately. In my case, if I were to paint my heart, this is how it would look like:

Night comes. A woman walks along the beach,
the warm water and soft night breeze barely registering.

Overhead, Venus shines brightly and stars twinkle as Dipper appears. She nary gave it a glance.

Barefooted, she follows the shoreline, unmindful where it leads
Her mind trying to make sense of where her purpose lies
She rounds a bend and disappears from view
The full moon, lighting her path, is her only witness.

I'm a little bit sad though nobody knows that except Blog. Blog accepts whatever words I hurl. Blog sees the real Ton....just Ton.