Sometimes a person dies silently inside a large face that no one sees, like a canvas painted with red splotches telling stories of wounds that cannot be read. The eyes half-closed and lips red swallow words, while memories and soft sounds color the background of emptiness like lifeless drawings on the wall of the heart. There is a map of shapes and symbols hanging from within, small secrets gathering without speaking, each element a testament to a heartbeat that stopped unnoticed by the world. In this silence, words choke, and we die gently before eyes that do not see, striving only to find someone who hears our last whispers.

Digital hand drawn art by Lara Art Dimensions JPEG /4.9 MB /3000*4000 px