Saturday, October 15, 2005
Careless
I pictured a man painting. The man was bored. He's here every day and today he is bored. People love to see him paint. He didn't feel like putting on a show for the crowd today. He just sat there looking through the canvas. He didn't know what to do. He just sat, looking intelligent. Pondering over what to paint.
He didn't take very long. He threw some paint across the canvas. And he stood up and did the same. And he waited for the paint to dry and break. He topped it up by blowing some paint across the canvas.
He did it again. It looked godly. I loved it instantaneously. He wasn't very satisfied. But he liked it. He gave me the painting and said "Its been a lazy day, keep it".
He packed his bag and pushed on to another place. I looked on as he walked away.
I loved the night sky today.....
He didn't take very long. He threw some paint across the canvas. And he stood up and did the same. And he waited for the paint to dry and break. He topped it up by blowing some paint across the canvas.
He did it again. It looked godly. I loved it instantaneously. He wasn't very satisfied. But he liked it. He gave me the painting and said "Its been a lazy day, keep it".
He packed his bag and pushed on to another place. I looked on as he walked away.
I loved the night sky today.....
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