Toxic Light.

Here; this is copied from a text message I sent oh so very recently:

I still have GIFTS for you.
I will finish the painting of you. Because you REMAIN beautiful, you ARE brilliant, and you WILL ALWAYS slip in the bloody milk of your kindness.
Because this, THIS IS WHO YOU ARE.
I will give you THIS, and it will show you every time that you see it – NOT thatyou are these things because that is something that YOU WILL NOT SEE –
But that someone as fucking fierce and fucking real as ME saw this.

I will record the rest of my songs JUST SO THAT YOU CAN HEAR THEM.
And I will not forget you even as you have forgotten all but the scraps the shards the distortions that are all that you knew.
BECAUSE THERE WILL NEVER BE ANY QUESTION IN THE HEARTS OF THOSE THAT KNOW YOU THAT I AM RIGHT –
That you are a LIGHT in this doomed and ugly world!
If you could find the courage to open your exquisite eyes for one fleeting dying moment and SEE!!
You would be stunned into BELIEF


	Toxic Light By Paul D Robertson Watercolours, 45x 35 cms. For Sale.


	Here; this is copied from a text message I sent oh so very recently: I still have GIFTS for you. I will finish the painting of you. Because you REMAIN beautiful, you ARE brilliant, and you WILL ALWAYS slip in the bloody milk of your kindness. Because this, THIS IS WHO YOU ARE. I will give you THIS, and it will show you every time that you see it – NOT thatyou are these things because that is something that YOU WILL NOT SEE – But that someone as fucking fierce and fucking real as ME saw this. I will record the rest of my songs JUST SO THAT YOU CAN HEAR THEM. And I will not forget you even as you have forgotten all but the scraps the shards the distortions that are all that you knew. BECAUSE THERE WILL NEVER BE ANY QUESTION IN THE HEARTS OF THOSE THAT KNOW YOU THAT I AM RIGHT – That you are a LIGHT in this doomed and ugly world! If you could find the courage to open your exquisite eyes for one fleeting dying moment and SEE!! You would be stunned into BELIEF AT THE BEAUTY IN YOUR OWN REFLECTION