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Thursday, January 17, 2013
the denim room
i have
a denim room. it’s not actually made of
denim, of course. it is painted
dark-washed textured blue. there are
also silver dragonflies stenciled over top.
the room existed in this way when i bought the house and i had always
planned on changing it, but in a surprisingly human fashion i have become accustomed
to it over the years. it is whimsical
and it allows me to break the confines of a self-imposed benjamin moore
prison. i have been spending more and
more time there lately, listening to music and watching the walls and ceiling. i dare not sleep there, though, for fear of
the dragonflies coming to life at night.
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Wouldn’t the more organic form of respite be to step outdoors? Perhaps it’s still too cold out to engage in your relaxation activities, but there would be no walls to consider.. And you needn’t fear the twinkling stars – in essence, they created you and would only welcome the sight of you in their luster.
ReplyDeletei fear the stars wouldn't recognize me all bundled up with no features exposed. but yes, anon, when i can allow no layers between them and me it shall be so. unfortunately the ball of gas whose opinion i care most about has turned her back on me for the season.
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