Canvas We experience time linearly So it makes sense that we often express our lives, or a life lived, in a similar fashion She was born on this date, on this year He finished high school and moved here They met their partner at this job- married the next Summer Of late that seems unfair Or maybe I'm just scared For those that's line was brief For those who are not here Because a life lived Is not a measuring stick It's an inaccurate portrayal Of who they were And what they did Lately I've been seeing a canvas In my mind's eye The frenzied rotations of circular thought And repetitive tasks The base beneath of childhood Greys swaths of adolescence Electric blue streaks of potential Self- awareness Passion Step closer to the wall There is a whole landscape of possibility built up Golden mountains of achievement & bliss Both real and imagined "Natural" And chemical There are valleys of despair and hopelessness That plunge beneath the canvas Scars and slashes that tear the wall behind Of course there is The contrast catches the eye Now I think you're beginning to see it But the analogy just crumbles When you compare it to a real life When you try to emulate all the subtleties The flaws and accidental charm The unconscious kindness and hypnotic tone of a voice No painting can accurately convey a 4am conversation That kept you afloat (Even though the next day, neither knew what it was about) Of looking someone in the eye Saying good-bye Can't wait till next time Never knowing if it's a lie. -JN
Canvas

We experience time linearly
So it makes sense that we often express our lives, or a life lived, in a similar fashion
She was born on this date, on this year
He finished high school and moved here
They met their partner at this job-
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jacobgnoonan Don't be frightened of turning the page
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Because a life lived
Is not a measuring stick
It's an inaccurate portrayal
Of who they were
And what they did

Canvas We experience time linearly So it makes sense that we often express our lives, or a life lived, in a similar fashion She was born on this date, on this year He finished high school and moved here They met their partner at this job- married the next Summer Of late that seems unfair Or maybe I'm just scared For those that's line was brief For those who are not here Because a life lived Is not a measuring stick It's an inaccurate portrayal Of who they were And what they did Lately I've been seeing a canvas In my mind's eye The frenzied rotations of circular thought And repetitive tasks The base beneath of childhood Greys swaths of adolescence Electric blue streaks of potential Self- awareness Passion Step closer to the wall There is a whole landscape of possibility built up Golden mountains of achievement & bliss Both real and imagined "Natural" And chemical There are valleys of despair and hopelessness That plunge beneath the canvas Scars and slashes that tear the wall behind Of course there is The contrast catches the eye Now I think you're beginning to see it But the analogy just crumbles When you compare it to a real life When you try to emulate all the subtleties The flaws and accidental charm The unconscious kindness and hypnotic tone of a voice No painting can accurately convey a 4am conversation That kept you afloat (Even though the next day, neither knew what it was about) Of looking someone in the eye Saying good-bye Can't wait till next time Never knowing if it's a lie. -JN

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