Painter

(Not) worrying about ruining a painting.

Is different than (not) worrying about ruining my life.

Colors blend. And life is dry.

Colors can be crazy and dripping.

I can be crazy and drooling I suppose…

I’ve been painting my whole life.

I’ve been painting my life away.
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