Feeling RED

Funky Girl's Goods


I’ve been working on this portrait the last few days. And I feel it coming alive. I think for me this painting represents a strength that is inside of me. A strength that I forget I have. BUT it is there. And I am there. And I am HERE.

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I have seen the eyes of the devil

I say this because it is true. I have locked eyes with people who I believe to be truly evil. And I looked into their devil eyes, and I feel ashamed to admit I was deceived. I want to see the best in people, but to some this characteristic is just a way to take advantage. And it was. I have been taken advantage of multiple times. I have been hurt multiple times. And the eyes of my devils haunt me. Although years and miles apart, I still feel the closeness of their pain. I’m still not sure how to work past this. The devil is inherently deceitful and alluring. But what does the touch of the devil make me? Weak? Stupid? I don’t know. And I HATE that I have a part of the devil in my history, in my heart. Will I ever be pure again?