You Matter

I spent 10 hours painting this piece, watching the paint drip, just like my tears at the time. I felt as though I didn’t matter, like I was just another drop in the ocean. But the next morning, the paint had stopped dripping. No more tears. And behold, a permanent beauty had formed.

This painting is a testament that tears will flow, but one thing is certain: they will stop. And when they do, beauty begins. You matter, and your place in this world cannot be filled by anyone else. Remember, even in the darkest times, when you feel like you’re drifting like paint, it will stop, and what remains will be everlasting beauty—because YOU Matter. Comes with a hand written poem.