• arkknight73 45w

    Humans and soul

    Two lights on the right night..crash landed . All the chips moving towards a unknown planet. Guess who gets out lost looking for safe canvas. Just 2 humans and its soul..a place to paint something different but feels like home..art the runs along times for someone to own..could this be the picture perfect world to poem. Imagine someone who can believe its not on loan..that the art never dies ..its got a life ..a life the continued to rome...and the real possibility is ..its never been ment to own.