The narrator reflects on their journey of creating a portrait from a photograph that captures a moment of vulnerability. They explore emotions tied to grief and self-acceptance, acknowledging former shame associated with their art. As they shed this shame, they express a desire to embrace authenticity and meaningful connections without fear of judgement. The narratorâs sentiments emphasize the importance of living fully in fleeting moments, while also hinting at a lingering affection for the subject of the painting.
I painted a portrait of you from a photo in a dark room. You were sitting in front of a window, light obstructed by cheap venetian blinds. You had a cigarette in the hand that held your forehead and a subtle pain in your eye that I recognized as grief but maybe it was just a migraine.
Both can make you wonder if any of this is worth it. It's a beautiful photo. The painting turned out okay. I have used a few photos of yours to create art that would never be seen because of the shitty shame I felt ... feel?
I'm getting over it for sure because fuck it! I'm leaving this state of being that asks me to fit neatly in and seeking out a better understanding of myself and what I want from the short fleeting moments we have in this world.
I believe that is what you want as well. Lets share our moments without shame. And be friendly weird people who just fucked it up a bit. ...I'd still like to kiss you.
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