i was in the woods once

trees, believe me when i say,
you're more my home than here.

day dreaming of painting your face a midnight blue

in class today i kind of spaced out and started pondering painting and what a glorious thing it is that God has given us the ability to spread pigment onto pages and call it art. i miss painting, even though i was never particularly good at it. one day i want a house or apartment with massive illuminating windows, a place where i can create. i'm looking forward to when i can be arsty and expressive again.

grainy

places i'd rather be --
or maybe i wouldn't change a thing.