tuesday blues

that time of week again. tuesday nights. a recurring theme.

i'm a lonely painter who lives in a box of paints. yet i was born color blind, i see the world in black and white. it took me a while to figure out that perhaps painting in monochrome isn't so bad, but then again i can't tell even if i've stumbled across my favorite paints, because i'd never know their true colors. so i quietly move on and continue to stare at a blank canvas.

i tell myself that maybe one day the paint will come to me, then i'd be able to start painting. it's the only way i know to get by.

+listening to: sympathize by amos lee