haunted by color

[I-0]

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it's been a long time.

i spend all day staring into the mirror.

i don't know what i see.

it's just a shape. a vague shape of a person.

sometimes it looks like her.

i don't know what i see.

there's nothing under this.

every day.

i visit the painting every day.

and every day, i ask if he would be proud of me.

the truth is - no. of course not.

a saint would never smile on --

there's still time.

i can still become better than this.

closer to the sun.

i can be anything i want to be.

besides happy.

i just want to -

why

can't

i

be

happy?