I feel like a crumbling building, so I create.
I take paintbrushes and, even though I have no built skill in drawing or painting, I make bumpy edges to soft drawings with water. I smile when it resembles my reference photo.
I take my guitar and sing, sometimes songs that are already written and sometimes songs that I'm writing.
I take my pen and write poems, a stream of consciousness, or letters to her. I, like my brush, paint her in what I imagine her to be inside of my heart like some sort of caveman. It's a crude and strongly misrepresentative, but it's honest.
These are just ways to build more bricks, and so far today I've built more than I've crumbled.
Sprite
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