Bruised
crayon colors smudged,
grudgingly upon the page, carousel thumbprints blurred,
swirled hocus pocus, unfocused,
honey locust picked and faded and shaded nonsense,
within these blessed messes and indiscretions. Lurid
colors smudged like neon bulbs upon a pencil world.
Ordinary Handsome 
Woah……the ending, very dramatic. Love it.
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Thank you. I have a high regard for those who know how to paint and draw since I can’t. But I imagine there are times of “painter’s block”, when everything looks like a smudge to the artist. Creativity, no matter its form, is so self-critical.
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That was actually much more intense than I thought it was going to be! Your phrasing really pulled me in
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Thank you, I appreciate that. 🙂
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