I found god On the corner of first and Amistad Where the west was all but won alone, smoking his last cigarette I Said where you been, he said ask anything Where were you? When everything was falling apart All my days were spent by the telephone It never rang And all I needed was a call That never came To the corner of first and Amistad
Lost and insecure You found m, you found me Lying on the floor Surrounded, surrounded Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late You found me, you found me
In the end everyone ends up alone Losing her, the only one who’s ever known Who I am, who I’m not, who I want to be No way to know how long she will be next to me
Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lying on the floor Surrounded, surrounded Why’d you have to wait? Where were you, where were you? Just a little late You found me, you found me
Early morning, City breaks I’ve been calling for years and years and years and years And you never left me no message You got some kind of nerve, taking all I want
Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lying on the floor Where were you where were you
Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lying on the floor Surrounded, surrounded Why’d you have to wait? Where were you, where were you? Just a little late You found me, you found me
My art is instinctive, expressive and reflective of my soul. It feels for me, it thinks for me, it moves for me, it speaks for me.
I paint to influence, to move, to feel and to express my feelings.
The emotions are sometimes so strong that I work without knowing it. The strokes come like speech.*Vincent van Gogh
The only time I feel alive is when I'm painting.*Vincent can Gogh
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My name is Sylvia. I'm 19 years old. I go where my hearts leads me to, and at this moment, it's beating for arts. It allows me to learn, to see, to explore, to discover things about the world, and about me. I wish to live my life well and to be able to express my voice in all possible forms.more?
