I am so tired I am an artist.
It’s three a.m and you are still awake, your eyelids are on the floor , your mind is hazy and all you want is sleep BUT YOU CAN”T FALL ASLEEP. What do you do to pass the time. You pick up some crayons you find rolling around in your desk drawer, and some half crinkled paper ,and become Monet. Suddenly even a paper covered in yellow and blue scribbles looks like it out to be in the Louvre. You set aside all you art work at the end of the night, eager to show you friends that maybe after all yo do have some artistic talent. In the morning though, when you glance at the stack of ” art”, you realize how bad it is ,and quickly stuff it into your recycling bin before anyone else notices.
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-Wishing you the sweetest of days,
” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”