There's this mantel, like an unfinished landscape the size of my thoughts. And there's this person painting on it from time to time. They add some trees here and there, and some flowers and the glowing son. It's like a Bob Ross painting where he paints birds at the flick of the wrist and he makes it look so easy. Only in this painting it's not just a landscape it's a also a portrait and every now and then the artist is not sure of what the person should look like. And whenever I can slip away from the world the artist adds some color to the piece. But there are some times where that person won't paint for weeks and months at a time. And in the back of my mind there's that piece with so many white spaces and the unfinished image of the person in the picture, but what is really noticeable is the unfinished smile of the figures face. The figures supposed to be me of course but the artist has to patiently wait until I can finally tell him what I want to portrait to look like, and he just waits and doesn't mind that he's not getting paid. Hmm.
I have so many thoughts in my head. I have three poems I want to write one called "Rich Guy/Poor Guy" and "Clean-up Man" and..."I know you like me or favorite fantasy". But I haven't been able to that because I feel like if I'm doing that then I am wasting time not doing what I should be doing so I try to figure out what I'm supposed to do first until there's no time left and I realized...I just wasted another day.
I dream. I have this one dream where the songs that I constantly create and sing in my head are recorded and the world just loves it.
That I finally finish this book.
That I finally start acting again.
That I get in the shape I want to be in.
That I complete my art projects.
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