"It is a quiet kind of pain, when even the light flickers like a tired heart — and still I keep painting, as if each color might save me."

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"It is a quiet kind of pain, when even the light flickers like a tired heart — and still I keep painting, as if each color might save me."
They call it 'ideation', this feeling
but knowing doesn't make it any less appealing
"a rose by any other name" Juliet said
when like me, on a balcony
she flirted with death.