Painting wishes...

Glancing to my right,

I sometimes wish I had a paintbrush behind my eyes.

Just so I could do the trick,

of creating artwork without anybody or anyone


noticing.

Of Course He Was an Insomniac.

"I am scared that I will die alone. For this, I buy goldfish."

-Ian Bassingthwaighte, Personal

Dusty and Close

Love is what happens when you forget a person exists.
Love is what you feel afterwards, when they are dead.
You don't miss them. That is not the right word. Simply,
they are absent and you are acutely aware of this fact.
Somehow, I feel that when you are absent from my life
I will feel it acutely.

-t.g