Into It. Over It. - Brushstrokes

Brushstrokes: The more subtle the detail, the more they take a shape of their own. Well you're a promising painting next to the horrors that are waiting at home. A fresh coat. Two creatures of comfort and we'd be lying if we thought this would look alright.

We can wait. We can trade this all for shabbier nights.

Similar brushstrokes: From a distance this image seems beautiful to you and I. The gruesome truth takes moving closer to be noticed by the naked eye. I'm told it's a fresh coat for two creatures of comfort and we'd be lying if we thought this would make it right.

Perspective waits. It can cover up our lonelier nights.

Brushstrokes: We've shown our true colors. Museum quality. A work of art that's on display. A framed idea in shocking detail. local critics would say. You see, I'm talking about a fresh coat for two creatures of comfort and we'd be lying if we thought this would look alright.

We'll wait. We can brush this off as quieter nights.

Written by:
Evan Weiss

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