I opened the door and you lent me your palm and in it was nothing. In nothing, I write as I guess and assume. I will bring a story to form with only one side and no legs. It will hobble as bad stories do.
And then I will paint with whatever cans of color are near as I'm blind with unknowing. I'll use my hands and a brush, thick with hard bristles that leave streaks where the white shows through.
My words will not read and my color will not please and this is what I've made with nothing.
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you are so good with words. Someday I'm going to take your brain so that I can paint beautiful word pictures like you do, even if they are nothing.
love you :)
Thank you my friend, you may borrow my brain as you like.
Love you back.
oh... borrow... ok.
what? you want it all for yourself?
I agree with des; you are a wordsmith!
I imagine your brain is gooey with thought and messy. Des will have to find a jar wider than the sky to keep it in.
that wasn't about me?
toasty, you're a love
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