I know you think you define me.
But each brush stroke thinks it’s important when it’s on the canvas and each brush stroke thinks that it’s the last and that the painting will be done when the brush leaves the canvas again.
But it isn’t. You are just the shading. You are a dot. And I am the one holding the paintbrush.
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To do list: Bolivia. Largest salt flat and when it rains, it turns in to a giant mirror.
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Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
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I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free –
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you…
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“She had grown tired of waiting for the man who would stay, of the men who left, of the countless men who missed the road to her house, confused by the cards.”
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