Purple 

Purple 

The words are coming, but I can’t make art. They’re fiery red & melancholy blue. The fire is explosive and nefarious. It consumes all. No surface left untouched or unscathed. The sea is all consuming. I’m drowning in the waves & choking on the water. Where are the firemen? Where is the life buoy? Now the entire canvas is purple & I’m so terribly sad.

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