Diary

2024

80x100 cm

Acrylic on canvas

Price

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Dreams. I wrote about it in my diary. I wrote about you. Our first kiss. The first time you held my hand. It was like a fever dream. You and me. The one like that, when you wake up, it feels too real but not real enough. You know it was a dream. But you don’t feel real. I don’t feel like you were real. Kinda remembering everything. Kinda forgetting it all, your scent, your hands and your voice. A fever dream that leaves you with a massive headache. You feel out of space, your thoughts are all over the place. It’s a heavy sheet that trapped you as it was flying in the summer air. It was warm it was comfortable but you couldn’t catch a breath. But you have to wake up. Because dreams are just dreams, they are just dreams. Fever dreams that make you believe in beautiful things, are still just dreams. And the thing about dreams, is that they will end. Real or unreal.