I wiped off my canvas and painted it with a blur of misty greys
So when I blotted with silent tears I'd keep all that composed my days
You traced in sparkling paint your truth and left yours in the rain
So each day would cleanse your soul and make it art without sweat or pain
May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 2:35 PM UTC
I wiped off my canvas and painted it with a blur of misty greys
So when I blotted with silent tears I'd keep all that composed my days
You traced in sparkling paint your truth and left yours in the rain
So each day would cleanse your soul and make it art without sweat or pain
God, I don't know. I was just trying to write an inspirational quote with a relatively shallow life lesson so I could actually show it to people I know without blushing or starting a political argument. Then I ended up reflecting on my childhood and early adolescence– so much for that.
