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"So, again, I clench my eyes shut, picture the smell of the location, how my toe hurt in those shoes that night, how the wind blew through the thin fabric of my wide blouse..."

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Memories By @miyawrites21

I want to paint a picture and uae a million colours.

A combination of a number of memories that seem unforgettable the moment were living them, that's what I want it to look like.

But, how do I draw-

But, how do I draw- love?

But, how do I draw- love? relief?

But, how do I draw- love? relief? bliss?

But, how do I draw- love? relief? bliss? satisfaction?

But, how do I draw- love? relief? bliss? satisfaction? anxiety for a moment to end while I'm living it?

I don't know, but I have an idea.

I can use all the colours I remember.

I can use all the colours I remember. I will imagine the smell with my eyes closed.

I can use all the colours I remember. I will imagine the smell with my eyes closed. I will try and relive the moment.

Only for a short while though, so nostalgia doesn't catch up with me.

Only for a short while though, so nostalgia doesn't catch up with me. It will just make my painting look superficial, but I want it to be REAL!

So, again, I clench my eyes shut,

So, again, I clench my eyes shut, picture the smell of the location,

So, again, I clench my eyes shut, picture the smell of the location, how my toe hurt in those shoes that night,

So, again, I clench my eyes shut, picture the smell of the location, how my toe hurt in those shoes that night, how the wind blew through the thin fabric of my wide blouse and...

So, again, I clench my eyes shut, picture the smell of the location, how my toe hurt in those shoes that night, how the wind blew through the thin fabric of my wide blouse and... OPEN MY EYES QUICKLY!

Okay.

Okay. Now I feel like I'm a mixture of rebellious red and blissful blue.

Okay. Now I feel like I'm a mixture of rebellious red and blissful blue. So, I smear the paint on the virgin canvas with my bare fingers.

The feeling of the memory is still on my skin and I have to get it on the blank, clueless surface before it disappears.

The feeling of the memory is still on my skin and I have to get it on the blank, clueless surface before it disappears. It needs to feel it too, maybe it'll remember it

The feeling of the memory is still on my skin and I have to get it on the blank, clueless surface before it disappears. It needs to feel it too, maybe it'll remember it as much as I do now.

The feeling of the memory is still on my skin and I have to get it on the blank, clueless surface before it disappears. It needs to feel it too, maybe it'll remember it as much as I do now. More than I will tomorrow.

The feeling of the memory is still on my skin and I have to get it on the blank, clueless surface before it disappears. It needs to feel it too, maybe it'll remember it as much as I do now. More than I will tomorrow. I sure hope so...

The feeling of the memory is still on my skin and I have to get it on the blank, clueless surface before it disappears. It needs to feel it too, maybe it'll remember it as much as I do now. More than I will tomorrow. I sure hope so... PURPLE!

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