‘make some pretty pictures,’ he said.
‘i am,’ i replied.
and i thought about it for a moment, as if it were something deep and meaningful and insightful. and it became so.
i thought i could hold him and show him how pretty my picture could really be.
open your eyes. see. open your mind. be. develop a vision, all your own. take some frames, wrapped around a home. bind them together into a new philosophy. one that’s painted, not tainted, but painted, with rose colored lenses.
paint your pictures. make your own pictures. and the world will be much prettier. i promise.
Abigail - it’s me! your writing is so beautiful… i love you!