Smears
I pause for a moment to glance over the smears of paint decorating my skin. I giggle only in the idea that more acrylic lands upon my thighs than upon a canvas. Oh how I am unaware until I cease for a while.
The release I gain from painting. The best therapy asides from reading and researching the bible. So much of me is emptied upon parchment or canvas. Even displayed so well upon ruled lines. Indeed most of me is found there.
Just finding myself back to the smears of paint. Clearly they are more significant than the actual painting. The description of laughter I have throughout is heard only within black paisley walls. And as I chuckle to myself I find splashes of grand memories before me.
As I used to find them cruel I now use them for the smiles, the positive verses the negative. I look forward to a time when gathering in love finds us all. Indeed just how a small speck of paint covering freckles can make you recall people and events.
Even when the night finds you weary or wide awake, a small hug to yourself finds you smirking amongst the good times. Indeed how else can one streak of golden copper mean so much as the flecks of blue and yellow.
So here I just say hello across many waters to all those that were once a part of me, and now are just supreme memories. I give a long smile and whisper thank you for being a part of me, then and now.
And now I make my way to the restroom to wash the smears off. Noting that the blue stains the pale skin and the black sticks harder than that of the yellow or white. Still the fun in a bit of laughter all in hopes the painting is completed for the night.
I send my love to all.
The release I gain from painting. The best therapy asides from reading and researching the bible. So much of me is emptied upon parchment or canvas. Even displayed so well upon ruled lines. Indeed most of me is found there.
Just finding myself back to the smears of paint. Clearly they are more significant than the actual painting. The description of laughter I have throughout is heard only within black paisley walls. And as I chuckle to myself I find splashes of grand memories before me.
As I used to find them cruel I now use them for the smiles, the positive verses the negative. I look forward to a time when gathering in love finds us all. Indeed just how a small speck of paint covering freckles can make you recall people and events.
Even when the night finds you weary or wide awake, a small hug to yourself finds you smirking amongst the good times. Indeed how else can one streak of golden copper mean so much as the flecks of blue and yellow.
So here I just say hello across many waters to all those that were once a part of me, and now are just supreme memories. I give a long smile and whisper thank you for being a part of me, then and now.
And now I make my way to the restroom to wash the smears off. Noting that the blue stains the pale skin and the black sticks harder than that of the yellow or white. Still the fun in a bit of laughter all in hopes the painting is completed for the night.
I send my love to all.
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