~Dylan~
A hyper-realistic painting of an eye.
A bright, burning whiskey coloured one and that doesn’t take me long to recognize it because it’s one among the pair that I see every day in the mirror. Gold blended in perfectly with a hint of sepia and lined with sage green and then a bit of sacramento; a colour match to my blazer. My feet move in her direction with no further instruction with Maeve holding my gaze even with people walking between the two of us. Do you ever get the feeling where you are operating in a completely different pace from the rest of the world? That is exactly how I am feeling at this very moment. The universe seems to have slowed down for Maeve and I while the rest zoomed past us with no care in the world. The closer I get, I see that the painting gets mor
