How much of my mother has my mother left in me?
How much of my love will be insane to some degree?
And what about this feeling that I'm never good enough?
Will it wash out in the water, or is it always in the blood?
I can feel love the I want, I can feel the love I need
But it's never gonna come the way I am
Could I change it if I wanted, can I rise above the flood?
Will it wash out in the water, or is it always in the blood?
~
John Mayer
6 comments:
What a stunner, Deann. Your work, as always, is magnificent and your words are just right.
Surreal as often here. This has sad feel in both words and illustration (If I took it right).
Well done of course.
Very powerful my dear Dean!
(As often :)
I particularly like your successions of doors, they always lead us towards mystery and an infinity of possibilities.
And the words are so strong!
I'm fine and hope all is okay for you too my friend, take care of you.
Hugs.
This is so beautifully crafted it takes the breath away. And yes, I think certain things are always in the blood!
nicely done! xo
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