Blue simmering waters, smeared across the paint
But it isn’t paint to me
I haven’t brought this picture home
The picture captured me
The water pours across my toes
I feel the summer breeze
The water seeps through the walls of reality
No longer paint and color
It will soon take apart this house
Leaving me with it and no other
Even pinning it upon the wall
There is nothing left to see
I smile and whisper to myself
“The picture captured me”
wrote this in LA; loving the narrative writing unit
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