Free, but Rich for me
I want to let my fingers be mixed in paint;
They are easier to eat
Than my feelings now
A bird is standing on my head
No calm bird
No happy bird
No chirpy bird
I need the texture of colours,
Safe, textures...
To fill my fingers
And feelings.
A void is it
In a room full of feelings.
Expression.
In colour.
Real colours.
Real textures.
Real paper.
Real paint
Real crayons
Real brushes...
Real.
Distinct.
Accurate.
Complete.
True.
Satisfaction.
Void filled.
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