Bright Solitude by KHAZ

I paint the feeling of being surrounded by light — yet unreachable.
My colors scream so I don’t have to.

My words drip because they’re too heavy to hold inside.

I have everything and still feel nothing.
I reach for connection, but all I find is echo.
The sky is mine, but the warmth of a hand is not.

This canvas is not a cry for help.
It is a declaration:
That even in silence, even in isolation,
I stand.

I stand with color.
I stand with chaos.
I stand with truth no one else dares to write.