SKY

Someone from upstairs painted all the ceilings...
 it is blue...what a light ..blue..
i can smell the fresh paint...
that is lovely....o..god..that is so pure.
     
     heyy.. i see birds..i love the shower
my life is all under that paintings.
 i can see holes ...changing colors
darling what is ?..o..what is it?
baby..its the dawn or might be dusk

 but it is all about the next day ..
its that old painting again..
its blue...its blue.. its light blue..
darling we call it sky it is pure
and fresh and wet.