Stir The Paint

Stir the paint. Wet, thick paint. Black bristles stick to the wall. Though the brush is balding, the wood looks perfect.

Lacquer the walls with smells if folly! (While you still can).

When the paint peels and reveals legitimate erosion, bone disintegration, stir the paint that lacquers your soul.

Stir the paint that lacquers your heart too, watch it blister like brail, form a message just for you. You can feel it on your heart, that message telling you to follow it.

Then know the value of reading brail only once you become blind.

Stir the paint. Wet, thick paint.

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