tabaloi

i dislike comparisons and life is so much easier without them, but-
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right now i see the fluorescent dyes and i can't wait to draw. i see the coarse black paper and plain old fabric and something in me lights up. i wish that ___ is/are a blank canvas and i can do about anything i like. i can go on this crazy coloring frenzy, snipping frenzy, dipping frenzy. wishful and wistful thinking don't always go along with reality.

there's this sinking feeling inside of me, like rose watching jack submerging into the darkness of the ocean, like clare watching henry with his innards spilling out amidst the new year party crowd and can do nothing about it. except this time, the wooden plank suddenly expands and jack can share a portion of it. except this time, henry has cell regenerative power.