tempera;

August 22, 2011
I dip my brush in the bright violet and swirl it around with the blue and the black, until I have created the perfect shade of winter midnight, and without hesitation, I drag out the slumbering color in bold streaks through the cracks in-between the diamonds I have sketched, the diamonds you laid into my heart and emblazoned with your claim to me.
And I watch as the page fills up, completely, entirely, with the strokes of my fantastic luck, my incomprehensible fantasy that is you.





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