Calista
Hanging up the painting that I spent the remaining of the time I had left before my usual morning routine was like hanging up a part of me. I think most artists feel that way when showing their artwork. After all, they spend a significant amount of time and emotions on that piece so that when someone looks at it, it’s as if they’re seeing a part of you. Well, artistic emotions aside, this painting was indeed a part of me, well my memories, as it was directly taken from a memory that not even the closest to my heart knows. I’ve kept memories of that night buried deep inside me. No one but me and that guy knows every detail that happened that night and I wanted it to remain that way until I moved on completely, but ever since I came back here, I’ve realized that I won’t truly move o
