leslie
I turned the corner...and that's when I met you. It was when I least expected it. I wasn't looking, wasn't searching for you. I wondered where you were for so long and you were right there--just around the corner.
When I think about a corner, I think about a corner I will have someday in my house where there is a perfect, comfy (probably floral) reading chair for me to sit in...with my coffee in the mornings. I can just take in the day...
When i think painted, I think of beautiful and rich color...rich reds especially. Painted lips, painted eyes...beautiful things.