Wickets are snipity things I cling to when I feel lonely or upset. Wickets aren't really "things" at all. In reality wickets are my hopes and dreams. Sometimes there are many cracked and shattered wickets strewn to the front and back of my internal being.
Reality being what it is callous, and cold are truths......
Truth serum is what I need. My truth serum has always been my painting, I haven't painted in some time now. I think it may be time.
Tonight I will induce myself into a drunken stupor and do what it is I do. I will paint for you.........