I have distanced myself from the circle
trained myself to be alone...

Monday, 4 December 2017
9:18 pm...

Dozens of brushes stashed in jars
their bristles almost hard...

Thinking of the past
lately it won't stop...

They think I am weird
I live my life different from theirs...

A flower
sitting on the side of the road...

I woke up this morning
with my eyelids swollen...

There are people determined to get what they want
they will destroy what gets in their way...

What you know of me
is a layer of paint on a canvas...

The times when you saw me smile
the moments of sharing hugs...

A season
where pinetrees are fully dressed...

She reminds me of once being a child
times were way different then...