Sunday, January 27, 2008

the beginning.

Here is a picture. A picture of you painted by me. You can’t see it, but you look lovely. Shaken by the reality that you are not always in control. Frightened, and cautious. Melancholy wells in the depths of your gaze. You are strong. You are able. Let me hang this picture on the wall. You have never been more beautiful. Circumstances should not numb your soul:

Dear circumstance,
You are an asshole.

Blink. Each moment. Each moment can be a modern remake of your most gratifying memories. Let’s laugh together.