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A place for us
My Brother stands by the door teasing me for my solo adventures, as I stated at my face wondering why I looked so different today. I felt it in my chest, I woke up with my eyes craving to see some art. like it was all I was meant to do with my life, like this whole world was created so I could watch some paintings and wonder why the colors bounce off each other like that.
“Jacqueline, This is why everyone calls you weird. I mean who goes to an art gallery on a Monday morning at 10:00am? Alone” Ezra yelled at me.
“I do not care, I'm was born to be alive Ezra, and if that means I get to stare at a bunch of Art pieces on the wall alone on a Monday morning then that is what I would do”.
I walked towards the door to push him out, to Relieve myself from the torturous sound of his voice.
The Lilac marble ring I had gotten from an antic shop stared at me and I felt obligated to wear it, even though I hate bright colors as black is the only one that truly calls out to me. You can call me a sadist or emo or...
“Jacqueline, This is why everyone calls you weird. I mean who goes to an art gallery on a Monday morning at 10:00am? Alone” Ezra yelled at me.
“I do not care, I'm was born to be alive Ezra, and if that means I get to stare at a bunch of Art pieces on the wall alone on a Monday morning then that is what I would do”.
I walked towards the door to push him out, to Relieve myself from the torturous sound of his voice.
The Lilac marble ring I had gotten from an antic shop stared at me and I felt obligated to wear it, even though I hate bright colors as black is the only one that truly calls out to me. You can call me a sadist or emo or...
