a very special person painted this while i was reading in my gloomy bedroom
she still has it (i guess)
someone once said to me, i can’t remember exactly what they said, but they said, “i have seen it: how your friends paint and draw you, and how it warps you a little more each time, and how there is less of you for you because it is now in front of you on a canvas, and you become a character instead of a person”
