“when I heard what happened to you”
When I heard, I felt like my head burst into a comet of cold flame, my grief was so immense. Your innocence and joy lay in my hands like a dead fledgling, already cold and stiff. I never had the strength to protect you or hold you as you deserved. Your hope fled, and selfishly, I became overwhelmed with my loneliness.
Charcoal, ink, acrylic medium and oil paint on paper.
