If I could paint my thoughts- They’d be a tangle of roads going in every direction with no signs to help make them anymore clear. If I could paint my intentions- It’d be a jar overflowing with post-it notes next to a nearly empty jar labeled “Done”. If I could paint my words- They would be stuck in my throat like a cork. hands like claws digging into my neck. If I could paint my worth- It’d be a thrift store tag pinned to a chipped mug, marked down three times and collecting dust If I could paint my dreams- It'd be a deep blue ocean that spanned edge to edge. Alive with its flow, urging me to dive in. (Rough draft) #ificouldpaint
