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"She Waits"
Her journey begins with her heart, her mind, and her soul intertwined. A woman deeply in love, destined to wait eternally for the one who holds the key to her heart. She waits for her everlasting love with patience and confidence, knowing she would wait a thousand years if she had to. Through this enduring wait, her soul grows stronger, her patience becoming a powerful force that brings her to a profound understanding of her truest self.
As her heart continues to beat for the one she deeply longs for, her life moves like the tides of the ocean, plunging her into the darkest depths of her shadowy soul. This path leads her to rediscover places and parts of herself that she thought had been long forgotten and lost forever. However, throughout her journey, deep within the darkest waters of her core, she finds a treasure trove of gifts that were never truly lost; they were merely quietly misplaced.
And so, under the canopy of glimmering starlit night skies, she gazes upon the moon with hope as she stands at the water's edge, a beacon of unwavering hope and resilience. She confides in the moon her deepest secrets, believing somehow her love will hear the messages of her thoughts and prayers sent up to the heavens. She listens as the sea whispers heartfelt sentiments of patience and love, echoing her steadfast devotion. As dawn breaks, hues of gold and blissful shades of pink embrace the heavenly horizon. She knows her wait has not been in vain. For in the depths of her soul, she has found the greatest treasure of all... herself, renewed and radiant, ready to embrace the endless possibilities that sincere, rapturous happiness awaits her.
Written & Painted
by Erika Newsom
"Sailing Home"
His heart raced in sync with the rhythm of the ship, the winds howling in his ears as the ocean swelled beneath him. The storm had passed, but the sea remained wild and unpredictable, much like the turmoil inside. The sky had cracked open, the royal blue clouds now illuminated by the fire of the setting sun, its fiery hues casting the water in an otherworldly glow. It was as though the very heavens knew of the storm inside him, painting the sky with the colors of his longing.
The boat sliced through the choppy waters, its wake glimmering with streaks of white foam, as if the sea itself were urging him onward. He could feel it, the promise of home, of her, just beyond the horizon. He had been far away, not lost in aimless wandering, but escaping. Escaping the truth he was too afraid to face, too afraid to speak. He had traveled the globe, immersing himself in work, keeping his mind busy so he wouldn’t have to acknowledge the pull of the one person who had always been there, waiting for him.
But now, as he stood at the helm, eyes fixed on the glowing edge of the world, he understood.
Home wasn’t a place—it was her.
For so long, he had avoided the truth. He had used the distance, the endless places, the endless tasks, as a wall to keep himself from confronting the overwhelming depth of his feelings. But now, as the storm inside him broke, he could no longer deny it. He needed her. Not as an option, not as a choice, but as his heart’s certainty.
The ship surged forward, cutting through the tumultuous waves, driven by an urgency only love could fuel. With each pulse of the sea, his resolve grew stronger. No distance, no obstacle, no storm could stop him now. He had to reach her before the light faded, before he lost the chance to say the words that had lived in his soul all this time.
As the sun dipped lower, spilling its last golden rays across the rippling sea, his mind raced with memories of her—her laughter that could melt the coldest of storms, the warmth of her touch that had always been his refuge. Even now, across the vastness of the ocean, he could feel her presence in the beating of his heart, urging him onward.
The horizon was no longer just a line in the distance—it was the promise of love returned, the home he had always been searching for. He could almost see her waiting there, across the water, as the world blurred between the colors of the storm and the sky.
When he reached her doorstep, his heart pounded in his chest. In his hand, a bouquet of her favorite roses, their petals the color of everything he had ever wanted. He had finally come back—not just to the place, but to the woman who had always held his heart. The storm had come and gone, but this was the journey that mattered most. The one of the heart. He had returned to her, to the love that could never be lost again.
Written & Painted
by Erika Newsom
"The King Cometh"
The next romantic short chapter in this never ending love story... coming soon!
This piece has hidden messages and ghostly images that just appeared in the piece that weren't painted in. The paranormal images can be seen on close inspection. This piece explodes with color when under black lights. Only the original produces the spectacular color changes.
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