Been painting gray too long.
It is effecting my soul.
It is a clean, calm, cool color.
It gives a nice modern feel.
I keep telling myself it looks nice; fresh.
Today I cover up the floor words:
If you are a dreamer come in…
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a cry-er, a hop-er, and pray-er a magic bean buyer. If you’re a pretender come sit by my fire. For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Now it looks like I painted fog…
I hate it.
It is gray for a reason…