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 01/01/2026




"she had felt a conscious serendipity, a sense that this may not have been planned but had become, the minute it happened, what was meant to be".

I watch her paint brush move across the surface, black light acrylic paint. We are all blank canvases at first ... Pure. White. Unequivocal. 

...Of New Beginnings and Second Chances. 

It is the new year.  All of us starting with a blank slate, promising to be better versions of ourselves, swearing we will be structured, eat less, work out more, make a ton of money. If only this year... 

and then, tainted. 

BLUE 

smears across the canvas, triangles of some sort...

BLUE

voodoo. the color of my beloved Toyota tundra. 

R.I.P. Tony The Tiger. 

BLUE

the color of the diamond studded dress, the night sky wore to the party. a date I wasn't invited to... insomnia loves to take me.

BLUE

healing bruises from exes that claim to of loved me. splashes across my thighs, oil paintings. 

BLUE

mellow like jazz music. flying fingers piano in a warmly lit wake and take cafe. 

BLUE

deeper than the ocean she swallows me whole. too calming and clear. she is soothing, it is easy for her. rubbing my back, she does it again. I'm sinking, soaking wet. Here comes insomnia, wearing her star studded Cinderella gown, dancing in the night sky, shining in the moonlight glow. One glass slipper. Imperfect. Perfection. 

BLUE 

more late night parties, the hypocritical ocean, luring me into its depths. hhhhelp. She just watches me, as I desperately gasp for air, lungs filing with salty water, brain starving of oxygen. I take a deep breath, suffocating. 

BLUE    

the price of safety I couldn't afford. 

of trust. of loyalty. 

promises meant to be broken. 

BLUE

sinking...

if the ocean can calm itself, can I? 

BLUE. 

a mixture of salt water and air. 

BLUE 

of the ocean reflected in my eyes. 

drown in them. 







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