a few hours ago, my life was just perfect. i ran the brushes on the canvas, was excited about tomorrow, day after tomorrow, and, and, and. like dominos, it all fell: first tomorrow, then day after tomorrow, then all tomorrows stopped their existence. details of my life, little irregularities of it, do not matter anymore, do not make me one of the millions.
experiencing the impassable cold, im shaking. i did not love him, yet, i do not want him to leave. far away, he is running from me. i know i could have made him more comfortable, i could have laughed more, i could have showed him more. but, there is no time for regrets. i will not survive another one.
he runs away
and im painting this pretty, very foggy painting
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