Acrylic on wood, ready to hang.
Signed on the back.
I’m just as scared, but I won’t show it.
I feel the same fear but you won’t see me cry. Because I hide behind my armour of boldness, too afraid to trust that you feel the same. Because I’m so used to being alone, but if we’re both just as scared, then that makes us the same—that makes us family, and we don’t have to be afraid alone anymore.