a gift. an allotment of TIME has been reclaimed into nothingness,
less responsibility to it's demand - freedom to use or waste or relinquish even it's basic nature, to lounge to breathe one more deep ahhh. your headache has become my gain, not that i wish you to be aching near your eyes, blinking away pain blinking in pain blinking at boredom at whispers at greens at the farm overflowing with abundance of nutrients of beauty of water parched willows. it is my silver lining of your ache that I explore today as I set up my brand new easel, as I paint another sculpturey thing into a white sea.