from yesterday and last week feels the same as this week and next week feels like yesterday and all the colors are muddled and ugly as I look around at the other canvases. At people mixing bright greens and deep purples and beautiful arrangements with colors packed in tightly forming a beautiful and rewarding piece at the end. And the others with a nearly blank canvas excitedly placing color after color unable to wait a second between each bright orange and vibrant blue. Tomorrow isn’t a fresh bottle of paint because someone shoved carpe diem down my throat and I choked.
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