That misery which melts my brain.

That loneliness which tears my heart.

That pain which clogs my channels

My paper that is splattered with all

Of these instabilities and insecurities. . 

The paints which are do not merge,

The strokes which are antagonistic,

All created by the tainted fingers

Somehow create an in-congruent harmony

Which gives me hope.

Maybe, I can.

I really got stumped on this one. But I really liked this school of thought! Find the prompts here over here or here.

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