12-08-2020, 08:48 PM
Among the fresh snow in camp, Cherry could easily be seen against the stoneface where the mural was, his easel up, canvas propped up, paints and palettes set aside, brushes in a hollow coconut half full of water. With his back facing the mural and a stern, concentrated look on his face, no one knew what he was painting. Softly, though, he was singing a small tune.
He sighed heavily, but he kept painting. What he was painting, no body knew.
"Don't hold on,
Don't hold on,
Don't hold on to the past.
Don't hold on,
Don't hold on,
Don't hold onto the past.
It's a gas mask."
Don't hold on,
Don't hold on to the past.
Don't hold on,
Don't hold on,
Don't hold onto the past.
It's a gas mask."
He sighed heavily, but he kept painting. What he was painting, no body knew.
[color=#c76a6a]"Speech"
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗