It's early in the morning / about a quarter 'til three / I'm sitting here talkin' with my baby / over dinosaurs and coffee.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Strangers on this road we are on...
If I could meet one person living or dead, I would meet Vincent Van Gogh and ask him to paint my portrait. It would be an incredible honour, that's for sure, but mostly I just want to see what he sees. Would he paint my sorrow? Would his heart see the heaviness of mine? Or maybe he would see my joy. The part of me that radiates. My light. Perhaps he would see something in me that is yet unknown to myself.
Or maybe he would tell me to go fuck myself and to pass him another shot of absinthe. Yes, probably that.