“The paint is drying, and time is dying. The pain is crying, lying on my back, trying to get back the time, to brushstrokes too fast, wet went dry and love went dull; now I live in a portrait I never painted.” HardDonePainTimeWishSleepDyingPaintingRegretWake UpFinishedDryDullToo LateNightmareWetRemorseStaleBroken LovePortraitSaddnessQuickSpeedyRecaptureAnother StoryBrushstrokesToo FastDisappointment Over SomethingRewind The Hands Of Time Author:Anthony Liccione