day dreams of a daydream.

the shadows paint the walls
dancing at the pace of the 
wind, contouring to everything she reaches
in her breath. 
 
the wall stares back at me
blankly, but with more meaning
than if he were plastered with grafitti
it may be that he's needy, his bare white layer
reaching out for color. 
 
imagined through a window, 
out of boredom
out of love
out of wonder
out of people to stare at. 
 
the paint bucket wasn't that heavy. it actually was just awkward, much like the spelling of awkward. 
it had dried leftovers from a previous endeavor all which had run down the side, solidified and quiet.
dipping a hand in the paint feels too good. getting messy like a child, you feel young again and free. 
SPLATT, and drip. SPLATTT and drip. SPLATT and drip. 
two hands now.
WHOOSH as it flies through the air, intertwining colors as it cuts through her squalls, making its way eventually to this formerly
plain white wall. 
 
"Okay so page 21. Financial aid. say if i have a high EFC, everyone page 21. if you have a high EFC, you could get a loan"... and I come back.