I have an admirer, we met bc he also is forced by fate to ride the LOOPbus to get anywhere he wants to go.

Over the months he learned that I liked to paint.

Moral: he bought me a set of art tools that are so beautiful I was sad. Sad because I realized just how pathetic my art supplies were that I had been using.

Sad because I hadn’t really thought much about it before, (like at all.)

Does that mean I am not a real artist?
I forced myself to paint.

“What if I just think this is beautiful because I find beauty so easily in everything?”
“What if its not as beautiful as I am thinking?”
“It is just the beginning, things always change, don’t they change usually”

I will not paint under these conditions.



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