Paintings | andrew carr

I can see everything

And then we came

Beneath black clouds

Neither coming here

Bent out of shape

Cold and grey like concrete

On my knees in the ditch

We fell from pitch black skies

One path to another

Beyond the white gate

Clinging on to moments of the past, it eats you alive

I fell into a hole in the bottom of the world

Falling together

Of owls and mice

Let me waste this time of yours

Oh rest your weary feet