Watercolors

A few days ago I bought a tiny watercolor kit for the cut-rate price of five bucks. Vhat a deal. I haven't painted with watercolors since high school and I don't recall having any particular aptitude or even enjoying them as a medium back then. Actually, I'm a pretty lousy painter in general. As goofy as it sounds, I think my new-found interest stems from the fact that my emotions seem so much like watercolors themselves lately. Blending and bleeding into one another, nothing solid or particularly defined but with hues so intense that my eyes fill with tears before I can comprehend why. I like the way the pictures have come out. It doesn't matter that they're not brilliant. The whole process is so enjoyable and relaxing and I'm able to focus with a singular intensity that takes the world away from me for awhile.

I'm on my second cigarette. I've been staying up late thinking, thinking, painting, smoking, writing, music all around and inside me. It's wonderful. It couldn't be better.

The bass in this song,
is so palpable,
that its grown eyelashes.