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Sunday, August 24, 2014

Tabula Rasa



Back to the drawing board? Not really. Everything seems pretty; different pretty. A different drawing board. My board has many colours now—there's a bright yellow here, and an orange there. It's got hits of blues and specks of grey. It's a fresh coat. It's still drying. Some colours are running. And mixing. I only want to watch. This is just the first coat.

It's not easy, I think to myself sometimes. A moment after I realise, it couldn't be easier than this. My mind has a mind of its own. My thoughts are running  everywhere. In the past and sometimes in the near future. During blank moments of thoughtlessness, it slips back to the past. The one I recently left behind. The one that I will NEVER leave behind, I tell myself.

My present has never been so prominent. It's got multiple stories. Each moment is new.  

I am me but I am not the same.

Oh look. A new coat. A fresh one.

I am dripping.