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She could change everything about her... Using colors bold && bright
But all the colors mix together - to grey... And it breaks her heart... It breaks her heart
To Grey ♥

About the Art --->
Sometimes, no matter what we try to achieve, we fail, especially when you cut off a bigger bite than we can chew. I think that sometimes I set my goals too high, or try to achieve the impossible, and instead of completely stopping the tide, I just slow it to a trickle of rising water. I try, and try, and try to do everything in my power, but still, a little bit of pain slips by me, like a small flood of tide water, and I see it, and I try to stop it, but the water's clinging at my ankles, and I can't run fast enough. The tide reaches everyone I'm trying so hard to protect, and they just stand there, and stare back at me. They'd never say it, but you know what they're thinking: Why didn't you stop it?

They have no fight left. Ether that, or they're expecting me to take all the fights for them. And there's no way I can stop now, because the whole wide ocean would just come and sweep them away, and Whoosh! I'd never see them again.

What if I'm getting tired of fighting, when nothing I do seems to work?

This piece is dedicated to my friend Ashley, whose finally found the path away from the tide.

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Photo manipulation © Rachel Hunt a.k.a shadehkins
Backgrounds && moon © The Stock Exchange -> [link]
Subject horse © xxmemorabilia -> [link]
Subject horse's mane, forelock, && eye © Shadehkins
Background horses © The Stock Exchange -> [link]
Brushes spiritsighs-stock ->[link]
Lyrics © Dave Matthews Band, Grey Street

Description

She could change everything about her... Using colors bold && bright
But all the colors mix together - to grey... And it breaks her heart... It breaks her heart
To Grey ♥

About the Art --->
Sometimes, no matter what we try to achieve, we fail, especially when you cut off a bigger bite than we can chew. I think that sometimes I set my goals too high, or try to achieve the impossible, and instead of completely stopping the tide, I just slow it to a trickle of rising water. I try, and try, and try to do everything in my power, but still, a little bit of pain slips by me, like a small flood of tide water, and I see it, and I try to stop it, but the water's clinging at my ankles, and I can't run fast enough. The tide reaches everyone I'm trying so hard to protect, and they just stand there, and stare back at me. They'd never say it, but you know what they're thinking: Why didn't you stop it?

They have no fight left. Ether that, or they're expecting me to take all the fights for them. And there's no way I can stop now, because the whole wide ocean would just come and sweep them away, and Whoosh! I'd never see them again.

What if I'm getting tired of fighting, when nothing I do seems to work?

This piece is dedicated to my friend Ashley, whose finally found the path away from the tide.

<------------------------------>

Photo manipulation © Rachel Hunt a.k.a shadehkins
Backgrounds && moon © The Stock Exchange -> [link]
Subject horse © xxmemorabilia -> [link]
Subject horse's mane, forelock, && eye © Shadehkins
Background horses © The Stock Exchange -> [link]
Brushes spiritsighs-stock ->[link]
Lyrics © Dave Matthews Band, Grey Street