Celebrate the blank canvas. Nothing new about being brushed off. Grey and beige separate us. The colors in the clouds and the backdrop you're around.
I know how it's bright out there all of the time.
The cold from the wind here keeps my heart alive.
If only we mixed, and didn't collide.
Paint over. Get a fresh batch of color.
A clearer view, a start that's new, where you don't speak of your failures.
I'll never get the picture I want to see if I don't let myself be happy.
Had to throw it out again. Remove recycled images from inside my head. Perfection disappointed me. Washed it out, exposed and sun bleached.
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