She visits empty houses every day

A mysterious woman: wearing a black laced veil: extravagant hat: intriguing: hidden: half visible: vague: secrecy: wandering as a singularity

Can anybody tell me how to cut through the lonelyness, that ever remaining artefact of my soul? Gluing feeble visions of nearness onto the shadows of innocent strangers, discovering an even greater void once the daylight shines its full face. Can anybody tell me how to cut through the lonelyness? watercolor, ...

Why are my words, my cries, my evaporations, lost in the soft shiver of thin air that is so hard to share? Can anybody tell me how to cut through the lonelyness? Longing for the impossible direct-line connection (soul to soul does not happen here).

I am wearing out, faltering, fading, becoming the translucent remains of myself ... black and white watercolor by Keiko Tanabe

black and white watercolor by Keiko Tanabe, window looking out over a snowy winterlandscape, woman sitting at the fire, introspective, profound, heartfelt

sinister by Greg Rutkowski