he paints
lives
he has never seen
imbuing the canvas
in all the loneliness
dripping along
the smeared easel
of his soul
he dresses
paces
makes excuses
lets the anxiety
bubble
through his
hopelessly
compromised
immuno-integrity
the blinds are closed
as his head
pounds
darkness is all
he knows
as he puts
brush to paint
paint to scene
unseen
living the lives
his imagination
brings to life
in the cobweb laden
backrooms
in his cavernous skull
candlelight soliloquies
hummed
into the night
Ugh you are kind of amazing. I know I say that to you to an annoying degree, but it’s true. You’re on another level
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you are pretty amazing yourself, my friend. your kindness is always appreciated. thank you.
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Thank you kindly
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