People help the people who know the people who know me. ........
I have this hole in my muchness where the rest of me comes from this I think is what that looks like. An ocean of colors that go on for miles and feel light and heavy at the same time. Paint is the promises I think as a kid I made to my imaginary friends and cats. It's the hair on the back of your head you touch over and over again and it just calms you and makes a game of it self in your fingers.
I'm tired and am not sure I am saying anything.
Love you all