There is a bucket of paint

In a boat in the middle of the ocean

And I am painting everything red

I am painting the sails and the steering wheel of the ship

And the boom and the floors the colour of crimson and passion

It is covering me, making my hands look raw and my feet stick to the floor

And there are drops of red that are falling into the ocean

I can see them disappear without a trace.

A drop in the ocean.

I am a drop in the ocean, I am a red bucket of paint.

I put my face in my hands and when I look up there are two large hand prints on either side

And my eyes look greener than they ever have

Because the paint matches my eyes

Matches my soul

Matches my rage.

I am a boat in the middle of the ocean, and I am red. 



A Short Conversation is a collection of stories, thoughts, and general musing. I like to write like I'm slamming a door; loudly, and with purpose.

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