How to hold a paintbrush - when poetry meets photography

   

How to hold a paintbrush

To the arms of the one that makes my manners

Melt away

With those thoughts

That my demons are trying to reach

With their fingertips

And fading rage.

Blazing above me,

This invisible and incandescent stain in the sky;

stands on my eyelids.

Keeping me from thinking,

He makes me forget.

And I forget how to think.

He brought me back to my needs.

As I only remember how to hold a paint brush.

-Cadmium red-

There's something incredible about holding a paintbrush after a really long time.

Love,

Cadmium red (M) xx