Giano: Viewing the world

broad strokes of pain, there is a deep shade of sorrow beneath it,
each casts a loosened grip of what was,

why do we get closer when its almost over?
the colors lose hue, reminds you of how grained and lucid it would be,

it gets to remember now, when canvass spaces you away,

will i find solace?

theres just only one…