maybe the colour isn't coming back.
on a silent morning drive while the chill wind whisked at me, and the grey mist from the coffee climbed up my face, i thought maybe this was me.
a muted unassuming colour, good for quiet, deep feeling, but hard to grasp at like a sunday morning fog. those intimate moments where all the bright, wild, shocking wonder of the world fades out and leaves just two people. Or a leaf in a puddle.
i belong there. that's where i exist. still, i fear this morning's peace may drift as quick as the fog.
Category All / General Furry Art
Species Rabbit / Hare
Size 720 x 720px
File Size 513.9 kB
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