April 7, 2008

I've got 100 things keeping me from the the one thing I want more than anything. And must i forsake all things in order to find it, i think so. For while this painting inspires me to live and at that live well, i cannot serve it best without first a house to hang in. I've been storing it in a closet for a month now, and just about every day I take it out and stare into its depth, soak in its creativity, and ache to think that i must return it to its closet home to wait. Wait upon me to find a wall, and not just any wall; this painting deserves a fireplace, or better yet a kitchen table, I don't know; but something permanent-something right, something worthy of its color; but at the current time, i just don't have a house.