I really should take more vitamins

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I have a bone to pick with my lover, art,

I have a won't to kick from my cover. Start

a process of foundation for my heart

to sing and bring me water to dissolve all'f

my fears and steer me from a bigger question.

I suppose the mistress that is, in reality,

a pigment

in a stroke

from the field

of a painting

says a dream:

will remain elusivvv.

ART! YOU SAID YOU WOULD WAIT FOR ME!

No, not surprised. I'm apparently just as flakey.

(change of thought)

But it's because there's always something more to learn.

is that why I don't call? yup.

Because there's always something more to learn. Out there! From the OTHER PEOPLE!

I'm currently 24,

working on a year of strident starvation; trading hours of sleep for hand-me-downs from

scattered artistic fathers and mothers.

I like it. I get it. Kinda.

BUT JUST THAT. I KINDA GET IT! I BARELY GET THIS! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET WHAT YOU'RE GOING THROUGH EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY!?

is this because I don't tell you everything? because I haven't filled out a questionnaire on my own life and left it indiscreetly on the ledge of your nose?

DOESN'T CHANGE my LOVE FOR YOU. JUST MEANS THAT YOU NEED TO FIND your LOVE SOMEWHERE!

and I suppose that's the point.

Just as food,

or movies,

or sport,

or music,

or poems,

or afternoons,

or jobs:

Friendship is a distinctly different color in the back of each person's eyes.

we can barely agree on anything. why should friendship be any different?

doesn't mean I can't love you.

doesn't mean I can't care.

just means we should talk more. out loud.

(back to art)

:) i like the way you feel in my hands.

when I am learning or teaching, art, you

seem a little dangerous.

keep it up.

give me those tingles.