Things happened today. But I'm almost, calm. It was an event. No greater or less than anyone else's day. Bit of a rough road ahead. but isnt that just life? What sticks in my mind, is painting it over. Fresh coats of paint to make it past, to make it memory.
Doesn't doing that, set it in some emotional stone, the experience? Harden it in to something you actually will never forget? Paint over an object long enough, and arent you ultimately left of a cast of it? The pain tabs are pretty good, can almost not feel it, just see it in the bruising and occasional stretch if I forget. But in here, in this imagination of mine, thats where Im really feeling it. Its where Im painting and making moulds.
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