

SepiaLooking at you makes me sad, but if I had a choice I wouldn't blink.Sepia
You're an avalanche. Sentences. Stop. I can't. Talk. When you're there. You make me feel so awkward and stupid and overwhelmed.
I can't look at you and understand what you're saying at the same time.
After an instant you have to go, or you somehow tell me I have to go, and I'm left misty-eyed and bewildered as the world becomes plaid again.
Without you everything is broken toasters, linoleum, sofa springs, and listening to someone else's telemercials through off-green wallpaper.
You're the impossible yardstick


Still LifeLife is your painting, your wit your steady hand, your beauty is your paintbrush, love, the floor on which you stand.Still Life
You pace the room, examining, such objects as you find, you take your brush, and with four swift strokes, sweep them from your mind.
The pallet is imagining, limitless in truth, all the colours nature holds, you find there in your youth.
The day wears on, abstraction finds, release from dull still life, you take your brush, and with four swift strokes, wield it as a knife.
Those colours once d
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-Phoenixia
Rising from the Ashes
"I would forgive you for anything that required my forgivenesss. The things we do for love, those things endure."
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I weep to have what I fear to lose.
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