Was It Worth It

It’s all a palette
we are the painters
what do you want to paint?

I don’t want to paint anything.

I want to sit
listen to music
and the grey sky
and the quiet lake.

I don’t want to be around anyone.

God I hope it was worth not giving up.

Everytime I see a person I love
or a beautiful thing
it’s worth it.

Like the steam from my coffee cup
against the black and white morning.

That.

Or love.

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