The lady with a red hair
When i saw the red-
haired lady, I sensed that there was a hidden message telling me that my decision was right.There is a hidden relationship between me and the color red. Believe me, I do not know what is the connection that made the color red in line with my psychological state. When I revolt, I dye my hair red. When I am in love, I rush to pick red roses. When feelings suffocate me, I choose my red pen to express the secrets of my soul. For a while, I gave up the color of my red hair and replaced it with brown, as if I was punishing myself for her weakness and introducing her to her submissiveness. A month ago I decided to go back to my revolution again. You must have known what I did. Yes, hehe. I dyed my hair a fiery red color. I know that I am on the verge of a serious matter and that my enemy is a narcissist of the first degree. The red ones will be the best helper for me in my fight against that mean narcissist. Pray for victory for me. I wonder if my hair will remain red or will it return to brown
Best of luck. My household is embroiled in a fight again one we well.
Dear painter, I loved your way of presenting your drawings from an artistic point of view, in which you show graphic techniques and the process of creative technique that shows the three-dimensional drawing as if it simulates reality. It takes me to the depths, and I find myself in a state of awareness, diving and diving, searching for the unknown behind the lines, and looking closely at the dark areas, as if there was a secret hidden by the creative painter, in which he put lines from his memories and colored them with a mixture of contradictory feelings and sensations, and we do not forget his final touch, ending it with the imprint of his soul.
Good luck, every beginning has an end. I hope the endings are happy. Even if I don't succeed, the honor of trying is enough for me.
But sometimes when the battle is unequal, whether it succeeds or not, you must be ready for cases of loss ranging from amputation of part of your dignity or permanent scars in your memory and a stab directed at your feelings, and the order of that is to return To the starting point we are full of wounds, so do you see, my friend, that the honor of trying with failure with a rickety body is more merciful than staying with a healthy body and a dead heart????