What once was beautiful now is true, and sometimes ugly. Passion, elegance, freedom, and exhilaration have ceased. The wax is hard now. Neutrals linger here, and no longer can I paint them. A chapter ends with light.
Livelihood is over.
Temples are hollowed by this light. The truth is excavated. The sweet taste of night is now sour. Beauty lies in the dark moments. In them, I see myself so clearly.