A beautiful dreamlike fallacious painting of the I'm sitting on a rooftop looking down the city,every street is a missed opportunity. Every step might be a way to die. But does it really bother me if you're not mine. I fear the day when it's clear. You'll never be a part of me, That all the time we had, will be just a blur in a map, that we drew with our smile, scars and tears. But you'll never be a part of me, by Terry Oakes and Martin Johnson Heade, Luminism, trending on zbrushcentral | Painting