Flowers Of My Mind

Was loneliness an automatic response to someone's absence, or was it only the awareness of my own presence? Either way, I found nothing more unbearable than solitude, and it was not isolation overwhelming me with its heaviness, but leaving someone's mind forever felt like dying.
As for thinking, it has its own body, broken and shattered by emotions, while the essence, shaped by all the people I left behind, is staining with impressions of feelings everything I can become.

35x50 cm/ watercolors
I was going to make this painting completely abstract, but I'm still too fond of volumes. And I cannot tell you just how bad the photo of my painting is, comparing to the original.