Little Brushstrokesthere are few places I would rather be than sitting, alone, in my yellow-lit basementwith a paintbrush in my hand, taking deep breaths and little brushstrokes, letting the world dissolve around me like the helium inside a balloonuntil it floats to the ground-catches in an elm treehead hung dejectedly in a circular slumpsometimes when I'm all aloneI put on a green kimono so I can pretend I am a princesshair up, but eyes very very greenbut still the paintbrush goes red, usuallybecause I like the way the color looksspread across a fresh white canvasyou don't need a bulletalthough for all we know there might have
js need to decrease the noise alittle bit
Love the photo! *-*
haha, thanks.