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I am a painter.

And through my hazy eyes

I will paint you portraits of what I see.

I will write you long descriptions of lives

I've never touched;

lives I've somewhere watched;

and connected with silently.

I'm balanced so delicately.

I love the millions of people i've become.

sometimes I wonder which one is the lie-

but somewhere they must all be able to coexist.

all the colors resist the white-

the black, blue, and green.



driving feels good.

i speed to ninety and feel the wind.

i feel young at seventeen.

and it feels strange to know my life is still beginning.

so much of it already feels over and complete.

like the credits are rolling but the pictures still come.

the painting isn't done,

its surprising to find the colors keep flowing.



I am a painter, not a writer.

I will take all of the lives that I've lived,

and splatter them on the page.

I can embody the names so well.

I can be the do good daughter,

the stoner ex boyfriend,

the tearing mother,

and the one who dies in the end.

because i have been them all.

i have held everyone for split seconds.



im so tired.

and sometimes i just want to fall asleep next to you.

and sometimes i wonder what i will we will amount to.

because its a surprise but our lives have just begun.

and i know how easily you can forget mine.

and sometimes i just want to run.

run. run. run. run.

run backwards until i've squeezed into the big bang.

and forgotten the sun.