so, i got up early to sketch before work today. it's a short day, so i will have more time to paint tonight too! although i am very irish... i don't think i'll be doing anything green... maybe i'll stop on the way home and buy some guinness
I borrowed your angst. Your mom chain smoking in the kitchen- talk radio playing too loud, too quiet. I was late for choir that entire year. You turned me cynic- it bled to you. I returned the angst but kept the letters.
I borrowed your view. I liked your brain better than mine and so did you, I think. You gave me the world. Not inside a globe or on a map. I walked your labyrinth that I understand now. Sometimes. Your brain didn't fit in my skull- but I love to look back at our footprints.
I borrowed your mirror and your records. A looking glass I could step through- Like a Chaplin film- switching sides. It was intoxicating. Drunk on my reflection. I broke the mirror and threw it back at you. I'm haunted by your records.