AN INTROVERTED EXPRESSIONIST
When I say I need time alone, what I really mean is;
I want to move all the furniture around and then move it all back. I want to paint something and leave the brushes to bristle because I decided to go wash my hair. I’ll forget to take my multi-v’s because I was busy trying on dresses and suddenly I’ll move every plant to the tiles in the sunroom just to water them. The plants will make like a jungle at the front door because there was that book I once read that explained the cycle of butterflies. I’ll scavenge to find it and in my hunt I’ll find old photos and sleep in nostalgia for what feels like ten minutes and suddenly it’s dusk. Dinner will be the last thing on my mind and I’ll likely throw a handful of vegetables into some batter and in amongst the kitchen mess I’ll pour some spanish wine and close my eyes at the same time. I’ll light some candles, open all the windows, change the sheets and fall asleep early because nothing excites me more. When I say I need time alone, this is really what I mean.