The simplest
and the most beautiful
we are all
art
expressive.
Dissolved, questioning.

It’s beautiful to splatter everywhere
Sometimes.

Colorful and clear.
always there and very
real

but never clear, enough?

You make me smile sometimes
and cry a lot
its beautiful

and colorful
period.

I love it and don't know what love is so its ok for me to sit here wondering why I try to understand nothing that is all constructed by a bad trip staring into the endless reflection of a painted lampshade on the surface....

of a mind. Or shiny thing that reflects.

endlessly.

Can you think of me
as a bridge or sea?
endlessly following you
or surrounding you
never supporting you
only in your
mind?

Your so microscopic and I love it
******* we made this!

I love it all and its ok because no one really made the sea or the bridge that crosses it anyways... it’s all not really there. I wish it was, but it isn't. Because I
Because I
Because I
Because I

feel? Nothing of it.

Now paint me again and rinse me white
coat me with your tender sweat device
it’s called a thought running through my mind
meaning nothing and everything at the same time
wipe me off again because you know I love the paint
more then the white canvas.

It’s brilliantly beautiful, sometimes, especially in the sunlight.
Because man made light doesn't shine just right
It’s so complex and hard to define but not even worth the ******* time
I love it every time I notice that word coming up in my, writing?

It’s all just nothing anyways?