tape

looking at my taped up painting prevents me from moving forward

my imagination cannot continue until it is removed

i cannot get a sense of what it will feel like, once it is off

even acrylic doesn’t dry fast enough for my mind to wander d

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into the endless possibilities that can arise

i n s p i r e d

tiny city by the ocean

i miss waking up in a dream

it was always s u m m e r

with a winter b r     e        e            z              e

the crashing waves would only be silenced

by the loud music and the many voices

but on quiet nights

the hourly bells would tower over them

those dreams were the best

writing little bits and pieces of my mind again